I’m a fan of bright and cheery things, and springy yellow daffodils poking their heads up certainly qualify. Their season passes so quickly. But for the briefest of moments, they’re the stars of the show. They herald the beginning of spring, even if they do so from a cover of snow at times.
Some of the daffodils are already dried up now, telling me it won’t be too long before the heat will arrive. I’m not fond of summer. It’s a demanding season, insisting we come out into the unpleasant heat for mowing and other nasty tasks.
So, for the moment, I’ll enjoy the waning daffodils, even if I have to do it while bundled up against the wind and rain..