Several years ago I was delighted to find out that the Cancer Survivors could deliver a bunch of daffodils to Mother in the care center even though it's 38 miles away. So every year I did that. The daffodils always arrive just at the right time - when we really need some bright yellow joy at the end of the winter. It always made Mother's day to get her bunch of daffodils.
I was surprised to get a call from them shortly after Mother's death and the woman said "I saw the obituary and wondered what you want me to do with her daffodil order." Shaken, I said to just go ahead and deliver them to me.
So Monday when we were out of town they put them in our mailbox. So this is how I came about this beautiful bouquet. Diane