That's the idea, at least. I'm walking westward from New York City for nine months or so.
If everything goes according to plan, I'll be in Oregon when the clock runs out.
If nothing goes according to plan, maybe I'll end up in Peru or Mongolia or Pennsylvania.
You can read all about the details of my trip
if you're so inclined.
I have a few of those in my garden.
I think this is a split corona daffodil, probably one of the papillon types.
Oh, you knew mom was going to be all over this.
We would just call them double-headed daffodils.