daffodils

On Monday, when David and I were at Trader Joe’s, I bought myself some daffodils. Spring is technically here, but it’s elusive (as it always is in New England). Yesterday was sunny and warm and it felt so good to be outside; today it is cloudy and cold and damp.

I used to always find so much relief & joy in seeing my mother’s daffodils popping up out of the ground and surrounding the white birch tree in the front yard. The little green stubs meant that this long, cold mess was almost gone. I found it so remarkable that the flowers would consistently come up every year, no matter how much it seemed to snow or how cold it had been. It was such a hopeful thing.

I put the daffodils in a vase in the middle of the kitchen counter so that on days like today I can feel warm and remind myself that there’s a resilience behind things.


1 Response to “daffodils”

  1. Mom Says:

    The daffodils you gave me are still blooming - a ray of sunshine in the kitchen. The ones under the birch tree are coming up!