So I found where the daffodils that I planted two years ago went.
They got eaten by the geraniums.
The rain in the past few weeks have made everything in the backyard very green and luxurious (read: eager to devour each other and take over the left over space), and the geranium was starting to get ridiculously large. I was looking at how it was leaning over everything and shading out the hens and chicks and dill plants and my mother said, "Cut it down, it grows back really fast anyway, right?"
I said, "Okay!" And preceded to trim the huge, thicket-like bush back to the ground.
When I got back to within 4 inches of the ground I suddenly saw these timid monocot leaves peeping out from underneath, and they looked like the sort you'd get from floral bulbs. The ones I got / adopted of narcissi are further away and so I stared at them for a moment before realizing, out loud that "So THAT's where my daffodils went."
Mom laughed at me.
Annie's tomatoes (that her mom gave me last...spring) produced four more tomatoes.
I had to trim back some peas because parts of it that was growing in the shade are coming down with downy mildew.
There was lots of mint.
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