one of the things i most remember about living in georgia for those five years are the flowers that would bloom every spring. in addition to the wild dogwoods in the pine forests, the sheets of purple wisteria and the large white magnolia blossoms, we'd have multitudes of daffodils bloom throughout our horse pastures. i don't know how all those bulbs got there in the first place, but we'd pick them by the fist fulls and bring them back to the house for our mom to put in large vases. they were so bright and cheerful, and i remember warm sunny days and green grass as high as my waist. my mom dug some of the wild bulbs and moved them to her garden plots in the yard.