Daffodil Day

The daffies are at their peak now. From various points around Oriental, here are the stars:

This patch is beside Marsha's Cottage.

This bunch is just down the street from our house.

Not daffodils, of course, but these lily-of-the-valley were a pleasant sight near Deaton's Yachts.

In front of the Women's Club daffodils fill a large shaded bed.

This burst of brightness is on the road to Whittaker Point.

A house along Whittaker Point Rd. has a long bed of daffies for anyone driving by.

And on Gilgo Road ...

And Ragan Road ...

This is the best forsythia yet. They're not quite at full bloom, but give them a week!

Our neighbor has a brilliant Japanese magnolia, and we were thrilled it wasn't damaged by the recent frosts.

Doesn't that blue and pink just shout, "It's Spring! Wake up!"

This neighbor is such an excellent gardener. She has an adorable shed.

Perhaps appropriately, this tree stands in the town cemetery.

So very dead, so very ugly. So austere, but against the pellucid sky it retains some strange beauty, a sense of movement and stiff poise. It possesses the aged grace of an elderly woman wrapping her shawl around her thin shoulders and trying with a shred of nobility to remember her past beauty.