My very first gardening memory is a joke I tried to play on my dad for April Fool’s Day. I had to be somewhere between 6 and 10 and I simply told him that a frost had hit the daffodils in our yard and they were all past their prime. I remember this distinctly as Mar 29th is his birthday, so I always know the daffs will bloom by that date – something I rely on every year. Now that I have my own patch, I think of this every year and know when to expect them – sometimes a few weeks earlier now that the patch is established. And, because I chose early, middle, and late season bloomers, my patch goes on for several weeks. Heaven in a back yard!