The large Daffodil in the center of my arrangement is British Gamble, and it was rescued from one of my front beds after one of the guys who cuts my grass stepped on it with his big feet. I don't know what it is about landscape maintenance guys, for some reason they get this kind of tunnel vision when they cut the lawn and don't seem to realize that they are in the midst of a big garden full of plants that don't react well to big clumsy feet. Not only did he step on the Daffodil, he managed to actually mow over a handful of Muscari in front of the Daffodil. I watched him for a few minutes and then just couldn't stop myself from running out the door and yelling at him.
Yes. I hate that I am that person, but I am that person.
After they left I went out with the secateurs and cut the unopened Daff, brought it inside and put it in a vase, hoping it would open.
Fortunately it did, but so far it lacks the pinkish tinge to the cup that British Gamble normally sports. I went out on Saturday and cut a few more items to go with it -- a handful of stems of flowering currant and two more small Daffodils that had opened (and hadn't been stepped on).
I've never brought flowering currant into the house before. It has an interesting scent -- kind of a cross between lilac and something unpleasant.
Cathy at Rambling in the Garden hosts In a Vase on Monday. Check out her post here, and see what she has plonked in a vase for today, along with all the other bloggers who participate.
