Jan bid on it at a charity auction - a thousand daffodils planted by the best looking and most entertaining firemen in the firehouse. How could she resist? On a beautiful fall day the ladies lounged in the garden while the firemen dug and sweated and teased each other and planted daffodils. They marked the one drip line they cut...unfortunately it's not always obvious when you cut the soft drip tubing. So the first time John turned on the irrigation, it looked like Versailles on a day when all the fountains are running. Oops.
Still, I think it was worth it...don't you?
p.s. Wally has been complaining about the small type - it seems to have gotten smaller lately - anyone else notice this? Maybe it's just my eyes.
They are stunning. The flowers. And Jan's yard. Definitely not describing the good-um-natured firemen who planted them, me being happily married and all.
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