Volunteer in botanical terms means, ‘a cultivated plant growing from self-sown or accidentally dropped seed.’
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Here, along Deadman Creek Road
in Garfield County, WA, in the Palouse, I came across an abandoned farmstead.
The house had a look from the 30s or 40s, with the old grey asbestos shingles for siding.
Around behind the house, out a few steps from the back door on the cement stoop, screened of course,
was a clothes line strung from the porch out to a tall hardwood tree beside the back fence,
and the adjoining wheat fields as far the the eye can see.
Sheltered against the radiant warmth of the house, a clump of bright yellow daffodils nod in the still cool early spring sunshine.
They may have still survived where originally planted or could be volunteers.
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Still giving visual joy,
but no one is or has been there in a very long time to see their beauty.
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Perhaps a wife would come out to hang wash on that first early spring day when the weather promised to be dry and thinly warm but bright,
only to look down and see her daffodils blooming and she would smile
and it would put a spring in her step and she would hum a tune while hanging her wash to dry.
Then before going back into the house, she picks a bouquet to grace her supper table or kitchen counter where they kept her company
during her hours of keeping house and making meals until her farmer husband came in for dinner or supper,
then with a kiss on the cheek he’d be gone again into the fields, leaving her and her daffodils again as company for each other.
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These are the kinds of stories my mind weaves as I travel,
look, think and shoot.
What kind of stories do you tell yourself
about the places you find?
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Here, I’ve added a music texture to my original image to share over at my friend Nancy’s place
at ‘A Rural Journal’ for today’s ‘Tuesday Muse.’
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Daffodils,
such bright, happy blooms which cause us to smile
and perhaps hum a tune,
don’t you agree?
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I haven’t travelled a lot these days and as a beginner on photography, taking my camera along is not (yet) in my veins :( Lovely entry on this week Tuesday Muse, the color of Daffodils are always full of Sunshine.
I’m seeing some of ours coming up here and there — they will be here and gone in a heartbeat. Thanks so much for sharing at Tuesday Muse this week Madge. xo
Oh Madge, I LOVE the texture you chose!!! I spin yarns in my head when I see old homesteads, too. I just know there was a lot of living in them, once upon a time :)
Very pretty!
It’s fun to daydream and wonder about abandoned Farmsteads. What a neat find.
It’s unexpected beauty like this that can make my day. Well caught!
So pretty!
the old farmhouse i grew up in had similar asbestos siding – except it had a tawny yellow tinge. thanks for the farmhouse memory – 2nd one today. nancy’s hollyhocks did it, too.
I just love daffodils. For me they are a bit tough to photograph. I don’t know why. But you captured them perfectly. Love the texture you added..
I love “naturalized” daffodils and even narcissus blossoms! Such happy sights! Your choice is textures is a good one for this particular scene, too.
Oh, how it reminds me of my great aunt’s house! She loved flowers. It was her only pleasure, as she took care of family members her entire life and never married. She lived in an asbestos tile house! Lovely shot.
Love your “stories” and finding a daffodil volunteer is full of the hope of spring. Lovely Madge. Hope you are feeling better.
Madge I do hope you are feeling better….both go these edits are springlike and happy….I love the thoughts you interspersed with the shots….
Love the before and after illustration. Your processing is beautiful. Isn’t it fun to see where volunteer daffodils will appear each year?
Does my heart good to see such a sight♫♪ Thanks for sharing♥
that is gorgeous against the grey stone wall!
Those Daffodils look extra beautiful because of the way you describe the whole scene.
They are such happy flowers.
Lovely photo and lovely word picture! I wonder where life led that farmer’s wife…..
Lovely. Beautiful spring light.
daffs are definitely the true symbol of spring!
Super image editing it could be a post card and the story I definitely enjoyed — I found a rose bush alone and how t get water I have not idea and yet it is growing..
Hugs
Gorgeous! I didn’t know daffodils could be volunteer until we moved to Missouri.
Oh so wish there was something to explore around here besides abandoned gas stations but I imagine they would even look good with some daffodils surrounding them. Madge, with your great descriptions, maybe you should write a book or at least of book of short stories.