Narcissism is a futile infatuation with oneself, but with me, its the real thing…

ISIRTA. Or “l’m Sorry I’ll Read That Again!”. The quote above is from this 60’s radio programme. Which has very little to do with what we’ve been doing today – planting daffodils, or more accurately, narcissi bulbs.

The garden is a spring one, and once that season kicks in, they are everywhere. Everywhere except the remaining places we’ve got which are nude of glorious yellow in there many hues.