I planted daffodil bulbs outside the porch when we built it all those years ago, and year after year they've come up all leaves, no flowers. I thought perhaps it was because Norm later had gravel spread there. And I was told that if they didn't bloom, they never would.
So what a surprise today, outside my desk window -- first time ever! in among the ruins. There's probably some deep cosmic reflection one could make at this point, but anyhow.
Some amputated branches on our deck, btw, are cheerfully planning to burst into leaves, and a pair of misguided robins are house-hunting there.