I realized that I wasn't clear about the passage about the garden yesterday. It's from a book called The Daffodil Principle.

Just after I had put that up on the site I received email that the garden would be closed to the public for the season on Sunday the 10th. So Sean and I ran over to see the garden and take pictures.

Wow. That's all I can say from my first impression. Wow. We entered under an archway with trees blocking our view on the left. We got to the end of the row of trees, turned the corner and were faced with a million bright yellow and white faces. Wow.

Pictures!!!

Here is just a little more. It's more current. There are waaaay more than 50,000 bulbs now:

...one million daffodils, accented by assorted other bulbs such as fritillarias, hyacinths, muscari, and tulips. Some of the flowers are in drifts that spill down the steep slopes; others stand in large beds. All were planted, one at a time, by one woman -- Gene Bauer. She started 38 years ago, inspired by a few daffodils in a neighbor's garden. Bauer planted 48 daffodils in the fall of 1958. Needless to say, they thrived. Since then she's planted more daffodils each fall, but in the thousands. Some years, Bauer plants as few as 8,000 bulbs. In the fall of 1993, she planted 35,000. It's a kind of gardening zeal that makes the spring bulb ambitions of most of us seem rather paltry.

Every slope cleared, every trail carved out of the hillside, every bulb planted -- all the hard work -- has been done by Gene and her husband, Dale, but mostly by Gene. Or as she puts it, "The work is done by two hands, two feet and a body minus a brain."