Life with Flowers

The daffodils are blooming in the woods. Daffodils are quite dear to me; they remind me of so many sweet childhood moments: of Easter eggs hunts, a pretty new dress each year and a floral hat, of the first bouquet of flowers which my grandmother always brought to me, and of the very special spring two decades ago when I looked out my car window at all the rows of blooming daffodils, while I was on my way to the hospital to become a mother myself. But, beyond the special memories, I admire the simple daffodil because they're also so hardy that they push their way through all the dead leaves, and weather the spring frosts just to be the first golden tokens of springtime....