When I got home from the Adirondacks yesterday evening, the first thing I noticed when stepping out of the car was a single daffodil bud ready to pop. I told “You will be the first daffodil of the season in this yard. Tomorrow you will bloom!” Looking around the other daffodils, there are plenty of buds to make plenty of flowers, but none quite as ready as this one. I inwardly hope we don’t get a late frost like last year that killed all the daffodil buds before they had a chance to bloom. This morning, I stepped outside to check on the first daffodil. There it was, open to the sky, bright yellow, frilly, and singing good morning to all of creation!