Slept in a little this morning, even so, there were hardly any conversations waiting for me in my inbox. However, one relative/inlaw was talking about daffodils (in French). Daffodils! Isn’t that a wonderful thing to think about!
The colder weather has perhaps something to do with this latching on to the daffodil-thought. But warmer temps today, to go with the fact that I just had to find a photo of Mom’s daffodils–both in her garden, and a boquet that she took a picture of. Included in the now-facebook-cover photo, is a quote from a famous poem, which you can find here if you want the whole thing.
Not a reality yet this year (except for the Cancer fund-raisers), but SOON!
And, not to cheat for today’s poetry, here’s a short one for you (another old one):All common things, each day’s events, That with the hour begin and end, Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow