(Narcissus garden blooms have long become wildflowers here on the North Coast, punching up in lawns and pastures, along roads, and, as here, in open forests. Most years they announce the coming of spring just days before it arrives, their bright yellow blossoms chiming like bells in the cold dark wet of late winter.
Each year I'm sceptical, and each year I'm wrong.)
Easter and spring is just around the corner
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