In blogland I've seen daffodils blooming for quite a while; at last they dot our Ontario landscape too!
The daffodils are blooming, and
Their golden lanterns glow
Like beacons on a bashful land
That long was white with snow
The daffodils are smiling fair
Upon forgotten green
And we find ourselves smiling where
Straight somber lips had been
The daffodils are nodding and
Applauding storm’s farewell
Nature bestows a garden grand
To hungry hill and dell
The daffodils are blooming, oh,
Like Mozart's best, they sing
And praise the One from whence they flow
In melodies of spring
© Janet Martin
Sweet poem. Arlene's daffodils still grow in the backyard.
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Deletemakes one think we should plant flowers, huh? The man who tended these is long gone as well.
I can feel your delight at the sight of sprouting daffodils, Janet, after a long winter, and I know that you will relish in their radiance.
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thank-you, and yes! they are like sunshine puddles!
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