
While wheel-barrowing a load of cushaws into the house
yesterday, I remembered a fall chore I'd completely forgotten ---
digging daffodils. Daffodils
are a fact of life here at Wetknee Farm, one of the few remants of the
previous owner who left decades before we arrived. When we first
came to the farm, we discovered that daffodils had spread out from the
old homeplace to cover nearly an acre of good
garden ground. I gave away hundreds, sold
hundreds, and ended up transplanted another thousand or so out of the
way. 