Ok, life happens. It’s been another of those weeks. It would have been my Dad’s 83rd birthday. I spent it with my mother in a very unplanned way. If the February flowers belong to me, the daffodils belong to Dad. So here are some from my mother’s garden, with an elephant:
and some more, planted by my mother, near where they used to have a caravan:
For Mum and Dad, let the daffodils bloom!