Back before Mark came up
with his chicken waterer invention, we were running
with every microbusiness idea we could think of. One of the first
was selling the daffodils that had multiplied like rabbits between when
the last humans left this farm and when we came to take the land back
several decades later. That March, I sold budding daffodil bulbs
for about 25 cents apiece on ebay and thought I was making a killing
--- those couple of hundred bucks were much appreciated since we were
getting a farm going on about $12,000 per year.
Always the long-term
thinker, Mark talked me into planting some of the bulbs out in rows in
what was then unused land (and which later became the forest
garden). He figured the plants would divide, and then one day we
might become daffodil farmers. Substitute teaching was getting
old fast, and Mark was willing to grasp at any straw that would get him
out of the classroom.
Our current
microbusiness derailed the flower plan, but the daffodils multiplied
anyway. So I give away as many as I can every year until it
starts to feel like I'm pawning off unwanted kittens on my family and
friends. I was able to talk Mom into taking home a backpack full
this weekend, but have many more looking for a home. If you're
local and in need of daffodils, just let me know how many dozen you'd
like!