Here’s my first memory – Rebecca Brown in the boutique with her wonderful daffodil drawings.
Rebecca Brown with Her Daffodil Drawings
In Gloucester, walking from the bus along the street toward the Daffodil Festival, we met a resident selling daffodils cut from his garden behind his home across the street. Historics, of quality which would have been big winners in our show!
Williamsburg resident selling Historic daffodils from his garden.
A little further down the street, were two women sitting in portable chairs they brought, watching the daffodils grow in the garden across the street.
Watching daffodils grow
Or so I thought. They explained that the Festival parade was to come down this street soon and they had chosen their spot to see it.
Here’s Fred taking time during a garden visit to catch up on her reading.
Fred enjoying both daffodils and a good book.
Daffodils are indeed beautiful, but it’s the people that last in one’s memory.