Here’s my first memory – Rebecca Brown in the boutique with her wonderful 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!
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.
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.
Daffodils are indeed beautiful, but it’s the people that last in one’s memory.