This little guy poked his head up when I was cutting the grass on Friday. I don’t know if it was a stunted daffodil — doesn’t look much like one, frankly — or something else. (Wish I had paid attention in botany, which I vaguely remember taking in sixth grade or thereabouts.) But I admired its pluck, if not its timing, […]
On a January afternoon
This little guy poked his head up when I was cutting the grass on Friday. I don’t know if it was a stunted daffodil — doesn’t look much like one, frankly — or something else. (Wish I had paid attention in botany, which I vaguely remember taking in sixth grade or thereabouts.) But I admired its pluck, if not its timing, […]
Tags: January weather, Oregon drought