I have mixed memories, mostly good, of how I came to grow these flowers. The daffodils came to me four+ years ago, in December, just after the horror of the 2016 election. The Bolinas member of the knitting group was hosting, and giving away lovely, firm daffodil bulbs. We were a fairly subdued group of knitters that day, not celebrating as we’d hoped to be. However, my strongest memory is the camaraderie, the knitting, and the basket full of life that bulbs represent. I planted them under the dogwood, and every year they remind me of that gathering.
The cups of the daffodils are such nice circles I thought I’d give a circular mandala a go. Which do you prefer? I like them both, but prefer the cloth backing.