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Thursday

I went to bed relatively early, but I didn't sleep a lot.

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.
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