Before the snow and freezing rain:
The conversation went like this yesterday afternoon, as my husband drove me to SnB (he was going to pick me up afterward for dinner at my mother’s, so I didn’t want to drive separately):
Me: Oh, it’s going to snow tonight – I should have picked some of the daffodils before they freeze.
Me: It will too late after dinner – would you pick some when you get home:
Him: I don’t even know what a daffodil is.
Me: They’re the only things flowering in the garden.
Him: I’m not going to waste my afternoon picking flowers.
Me: You won’t buy flowers for me, at least you could go pick them for free.
Him: That’s even worse – they’re freshly killed.
I wisely gave up at this point.
And no, he didn’t pick any. But as it turned out, it was light enough (and still not snowing) when we got home, so I salvaged some.
I’m also excited to see that the 100 or so tulips that I planted last year are starting to come up. I was a little worried that they might have rotted in the wet, clay soil.