Recently friends have been talking about their daffodils bursting up in bloom. I felt just a little jealous because mine hadn’t appeared yet. I even thought maybe some critter had eaten the bulbs (the tulips I once had disappeared that way). Yesterday, after another streak of unseasonably warm weather (sorry, friends with more snow) we had a chilly day, temperatures dropping in anticipation of a last stand from winter. But it was brilliantly sunny all day. And my daffodils bloomed!
Here I share the poem I wrote (April, 2013) celebrating these flowers I love:
Daffodils poke through the brown,
Frilly little cups serving sunshine and spring.
Even if we have a little cold weather after they appear, we know spring will surely come once we see daffodils.