When I was very young my mother took us to see the daffodils at St. Mary’s in Barnstable every year, often with my grandmother in tow. As I got older and took violin lessons at the old Cape Cod Conservatory on the corner of 6A and Millway, we would always leave time to walk through the gardens in April. Almost every year up until the year she died, my mother and I would make time to meet there and both my children went there often with us. At our house on Lincoln Rd. my mother planted daffodils each fall and when I drive by the house there are still loads of daffodils in bloom there, all these many years later. My mother moved out of that house in 1974 so they may not be from her bulbs but they grow in the same places she planted them. My mother has been gone 20 years this week and after her funeral some friends and I went and sat in the gardens. It was a beautiful day like today. Over the years I’ve painted in this garden dozens of times, taken classes to paint there and I always go by myself every year during this week to just sit, smile, and remember. This morning was that time. I’m so thankful to the people who work so long and hard to maintain this tradition. It is a gift to the community and all are always welcome. If you’ve never been, it’s across the street from the Sturgis Library in Barnstable Village. This week is the peak bloom time. The last picture is of my own daffodils 😉. #capecod #stmarys #barnstablevillage #daffodil #tradition #flowers #garden #memories #getoutside https://www.instagram.com/p/CN3LE3RngMz/?igshid=1f16myy9ju1sd