Finally, a ray of sunshine! Pepper and I took advantage. She bounded around the yard securing the border and I did my usual slow circuit. To my dismay, I found the daffodils already 3 and 4 inches high, seemingly overnight. Pep found me kneeling beside them.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“The daffodils!” I cried, anguished. “Too early! They are going to be ruined. They are going to be frostbitten and hideously ruined, like last year. I could cry!”

“You are practically crying,” she noted.

“This warm weather! It entices them to come up early. Then all the rain. It’s the perfect storm. Or the perfect seduction,” I lamented. “And they just can’t resist.”

I stood up to take some pictures of the silly, unwise daffodils, those foolish creatures who failed to learn the lessons of winters past.  

I crushed one under my boot in the process.

“AAAAGGHHH!” I exclaimed.  

“It’s a dangerous world for daffodils,” Pep observed. “Maybe you should worry less about the weather and more about…”

“Hush,” I replied.


Pep at rest. She forgave me for being short with her.


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