Grey skies

Several years ago, I finally got my act together and planted lots of daffodil bulbs in November, and each Spring they bloom, lighting up my front yard. I think of them as my gift to the neighborhood, and very seldom cut any, preferring to leave them there for everyone to enjoy. Imagine my distress this morning when I looked out the window and saw only 3 tired blooms left. I hope the person who HAD to have them is at least sharing them with someone else. I just want to cry; it's going to take a lot of effort to put this behind me. They're only flowers, I know. But it cuts me to the heart.