It is a beautiful spring day. It is a bit breezy and cool, but the sun is shining brightly. A few peas are beginning to sprout and pop out of the soil. This is the "how patient are you" part of gardening. Will all of the seeds come up, should I replant, how long do I wait? I am not a patient person by nature (the laughter you hear is from my husband at the understatement). While waiting for the vegetables to sprout I am enjoying the daffodils. They are just past their prime, but still beautiful. I have a yard full of them. Many of the bulbs I transplanted from my parents house 30 years ago when we moved into this house. Now my daughter has moved some of them to North Carolina to her yard. The generations of daffodils and family carry on. My dad always had a garden. I have gardened off and on since I grew up. Now my daughter and son have gardens and it is amazing to watch the grandchildren get a thrill from planting and watching things grow. Life goes on.