A tiny daffodil, one of many that entered our household several years ago, found its way to the compost pile. It's barely as long as my middle finger but the yellow sunshine that it displays caught my eye when I strolled out to the compost pile last week.
I'm always in awe of the life force that is contained in bulb plants. For months these little buggers hide out in the frozen ground. No warmth. No light. No moisture. Then, come spring with a tad bit of warmth (think 35 degrees instead of 10 degrees) and the bulb starts growing. Absolutely, awesomely amazing.
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