My brother planted daffodils in his back garden in Limerick a couple of autumns back. When the swaying lemon wave disintegrates into a mushy droop, the whole patch is mowed over and the air smells of impending summer. I tell my eyes not to search out daffodils just because we’ve made it to March or April. The other day, I halted suddenly at the door of my building because there was an alien perched on it. We live high up in a tall building and the sensation was unlike anything I’d experienced.

Source: The Irish Times March 25, 2026 13:49 UTC