Today we went to the Daffodil Festival at our local grange. It's the kind of little event that would be the highlight of a trip if you went to it in Italy or France. At home it's really a slice of Americana. Quilts and cinnamon rolls inside and music, horse drawn wagon rides, craft booths and tons of daffodils outside. I try to go every year. It just reminds me how lucky I am to live where I do. It started to snow as we left and we drove down a road lined with yellow flowers and white snowflakes. Not quite Dr. Zhivago, but still lovely. Then the sun came out, and we saw fields that were so bright green they hurt the eyes. We saw a rainbow over our vineyard yesterday, and the winery seemed to be the pot of gold. Appropriate for St. Patrick's Day. We didn't catch a leprechaun though!
Daffodils to plant in your garden
The grange
The view while we ate our cinnamon rolls
Lots of fun activities
Lovely live music
Local kids' daffodil artwork
Intriguing art
A hore drawn wagon
It started to snow during the ride
A nice long ride
The road was lined with daffodils
They grow wild in the fields
We saw a flock of wild turkeys on the way home
Daffodils are so beautiful
I bought some to plant in pots
We'll enjoy them on the deck this Spring, and I'll plant them in the garden this Fall
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