Daffodils

 


Featured image: Daffodils In A Vase with Yellow Stripes

I cut some daffodils from my garden yesterday and put them in a vase. This really is one of the first years I have been able to do that. Usually, the deer get them first.

They look so cute on my kitchen windowsill in a tall vase with yellow stripes. It brings a smile to my face just writing about them. I think daffodils are supposed to do that, aren’t they?

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
‘Winter is dead.’”
— A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

If one pleasure is worth a thousand daffodils, then one is too few.

— Wordsworth

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