Location Taken: Savage, Maryland
Time Taken: April 2010

My mom’s garden is full of daffodils. Every spring, hordes of thin spiky leaves work their way through the last of the winter snow, growing into a sea of green with the distinctive daffodil flower on top.

They’re edible, you know. Daffodils, that is. I still recall one children’s sermon at my childhood church, when one of our many interim pastors just chomped the head off a mini daffodil decorating the altar. I don’t recall what the point of it was, but still, there’s something about being 9 or so and watching your pastor eat a flower…

Especially since it was one of Mom’s flowers. She’s got a nice collection of mini daffodils (with small leaves and tiny flowers), though none are in this shot. There’s also a mix of different types, some white, most yellow, and some with different petal configurations.

She didn’t start with this many. Just a small handful of bulbs of each type. But bulb flowers grow new extensions to the bulbs, and vast clusters pop up. And to keep them properly tamed, Mom separates the bulbs every few years, replanting some in the old spot, and others in emptier spots in her garden.

I think she’s running out of spaces to put them. Last spring she gave some of the separated bulbs to a friend. So I suppose now she’s infesting another garden with these prolific daffodils…

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