Yesterday was a beautiful day to weed and plant and enjoy being outside without the nagging feeling that I should be with Miss Birdie.

The daffodils are at their peak, the spicy scent of viburnum wafts on the breeze, and the Kieffer pears are lacy with sharply sweet-smelling blossoms.

I wonder if any of you out there recognize this double daffodil. It's very common around here, growing in profusion around all the old homeplaces. But I don't recall seeing anything similar in the bulb catalogues. Marta?

And to cap the lovely day, we had dinner at our friends' house -- which made me happy as I enjoy their company and I didn't have to cook -- and Carolina won and will be in the finals on Monday -- which made John and the other fans very happy indeed.
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