I’m in the midst of the deadline crunch on the next issue of SCI FI magazine at the moment, so I was only able to spare a few minutes outside wandering our property today. I’m lucky that I managed to get out there, or else I would have missed one of my favorite moments of the year.

Thanks to the high temperatures, the first daffodil of the season popped open this afternoon, a tiny Tete-a-Tete. I’ve always found something hopeful about daffodils, which is why I spend much of my October and November each year digging them in. Looking forward to them always makes Winter zip by.

By the end of the month, we’ll have hundreds of daffodils in bloom, and by the middle of April, perhaps thousands. But the first is always special.