My late daffodils...

Yesterday I went out to work in the garden for awhile and saw that all my late blooming daffodils had finally bloomed. Since we were expecting snow for today(didn't get snow,but got a lot of hail), I decided to cut as many as I could for the house before they got too tattered in the snow to enjoy.

I showed a few of my early daffodils a couple of weeks ago, but my favorites

 bloom much later in the Spring.

I don't remember the name of this one, but it is my absolute, hands down favorite.

This is what it looks like before it blooms out fully. I love the green, it's just the perfect

shade of Spring!

I don't know how it's long and slender stems are able to hold up these huge heads.

The daffodils above are very fragrant (but not the kind of fragrant I like).

They smell and look very much like the Paper Whites that we force at Christmas.

Again, I didn't look up it's name before writing my post.

These have a long life in a vase and in the garden.

This is the year that I WILL take the time to divide these, so that next year I

will have them in different parts of the garden.

Another late blooming variety. This particular one has a sweet fragrance that 

I do enjoy. 

My house is looking a lot like sunshine today because of these beauties.

Here is a peek into the garden as it looked as of yesterday.

I want to take this time to let Rose know that my prayers have been with her family. Rose is a dear friend who many of you know through her blog My Bella Rosa. Rose's daughter was in a terrible accident night before last and is in the hospital. She will make a complete recovery, but it will a difficult time for the family.

Please keep Rose and her family in your thoughts and prayers.

A few weeks ago, my son Landon was very sick with a bad infection, and that sweet Rose called me

and e-mailed me often to see how he was feeling and healing. It meant so much to

 me that she would take the time to

to worry about us so. I do have to say that I was worried, very worried, (he is fine now) 

and it just helped to know that she was thinking of us. So Rose, it's my turn to worry about you and

your sweet daughter. I love you sweet friend!