Spring Bulbs
I am perfectly willing to admit I have an addiction. It's one I am not prepared to give up and one Mr. B is perfectly happy to support. Luckily, it only takes pennies from our pockets once a year. My problem (which is not a problem) is spring bulbs. First and foremost is the daffodil. I LOVE my daffs. There are many reasons of course, but primarily because they remind me of the springs I spent in England as an undergraduate and then for graduate school in Cambridge. I remember the first time I walked into Holland Park in London 2008 and saw the swaths of daffodils. They were taking over the grass, it seemed, in the most cheerful and endearing manner. I have dozens of photos of those particular daffodils, which covered my walls once I moved back to the states. When Mr. B proposed to me, I was presented with a beautiful bouquet of daffodils, tulips, and Dutch iris (which I dumped on my lap on the drive home, but that is another story). Holland Park, London, England, February 20
