For the last couple of columns I’ve been sharing with you literally a once-in-a-gardening-lifetime occasion, a World Daffodil Convention on American soil, not to be repeated for 16 years, a gathering of people who come together around the world to celebrate their favorite flo
You’ve probably gathered, over reading this column for years, that the highlight of the daffodil season for so many of us is a “going up to Jerusalem” sort of pilgrimage, attending the annual national convention of the American Daffodil Society.
I’m tired of all this weather. I am at home, trying to get things done to be away, and it pours down rain. I go on a great garden-related trip, and it rains, downpours on two tour days. I come home and try to catch up and it rains. But that’s a gardener’s life.