Sniff Sniff Drip Drip

Merci:  We have been enjoying a couple of days of nice weather.  Too bad it won't last.

Cyndi:  But we've been encouraged, as we are every February, by blooming daffodils.  The weather has been crazy this year and they didn't come up until late February.

Rusty:  There's a story to these daffodils.  They were planted years ago by the elderly (as in older than Jan) gentleman next door and Jan loved them.

Cameron:  There were quite a number of them planted along the property line and every winter their blooms would cheer Jan.

Micah:  Yes, evidently they're magic or something.  They make humans think spring is coming, even though winter isn't over yet. 

Sam:  The elderly man had dementia which kept getting worse. A few years ago his wife died and he went to live with family.

Percy:  The daffodils stayed behind and Jan continued to enjoy them.  And then a grandson moved into the house and decided to put up a privacy fence between the properties. 

Buddy:  Jan was sad.  She would no longer be able to enjoy the lovely daffodils each year.

Marcus:  *sniff, sniff* *drip, drip*

Merci:  What are you weeping about, Marcus?

Marcus:  Oh, this is so sad.  Poor Jan.

Percy:  Get a grip, kid.  The story isn't over yet. 

Marcus:  *wipes eye with back of paw*  Oh, okay, but it better not be a sad ending.

Buddy:  To continue, one day the following February, Jan was out back with us.  And saw a long line of daffodil blooms - right smack up against the privacy fence.

Marcus:  And the sun came out, music played and Jan danced a jig?

Rusty:  What? You've been watching too much television.

Marcus:  But it was a miracle.  Wasn't it?

Buddy:  Could be.  There aren't supposed to be any in our yard. She doesn't care how they came to grow here, she's just happy they do.  She looks forward to them each year. 

Marcus:  *sniff, sniff*  *drip, drip*

Sam:  Oh, for crying out loud.  Now what are you blubbering about?

Marcus:  I can't help it.  We're so lucky.  We have a view of the neighborhood and of the daffodils.  But the neighbor's poor dogs  *sniff, drip* don't have any view because of the fence and they don't get to enjoy any daffodils on their side of the fence.

Buddy:  Ah, Marcus, you are definitely a Mini Me.  You even have my heart.

Cameron:  You can have Buddy's heart if you'd like, Marcus, but I wouldn't touch Jan's daffodils, if I were you!