I did some more cutting and pasting of pictures from duplicate garden catalogues in my sort-of-scrapbook/reference guide to my garden flowers, particularly for bulbs. It's not a scrapbook per se, but it's pretty scrappy-looking, anyway. I find the project relaxing. The other day, Mom asked, "What are you doing?"
"It's a sort of reference guide. I know you'll say it's ugly and whatever, but do you know how many kinds of daffodils I have?" That was a "for instance" question.
"It's not ugly. I don't know and I don't care."
Today, I explained again about using it as a reference. Mom was finally sort of curious. "Well, how many kinds of daffodils do you have?" she asked.
"More than a dozen." I looked at my pages of daffodil pictures and information, and also counted the daffodils we've had for many years. I got nineteen as the number of cultivars, but I still feel like I'm forgetting a few.
I went outside for a while, though it wasn't a nice day and we still had a good amount of snow in the yard. Where the snow had melted, I could see that we have many snowdrops in bud, and daffodil leaves coming up, including a lot of 'Ice Follies' leaves.
After I came in, I did a couple of loads of laundry and a line editing job, so I actually had a pretty productive day.
