in time of daffodils (who know the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how.
e.e. cummings In time of Daffodils~
****Pictures of daffodils are courtesy of my mother's garden.
Daffodils make me happy for a multitude of reasons.
Daffodils remind me of my mother because they are sunny and bright, strong and sturdy, and to be honest, every single time I see daffodils, I smile and feel all types of glad.
Daffodils give me hope, they always have- since I was a little girl. During the horrific winter that was 2010, I felt hope when I saw daffodils starting to peak out through the snow. These gorgeous flowers that seem so delicate, are deceptively strong and incredibly resilient.
They refuse to shrink back when times get tough. They make their tenacity known regardless of the elements and remind us on the dankest of days that spring is just around the corner.
Daffodils don’t disappoint- that return every single season. Some seasons are more successful than others- just like life. Some years the bulbs flower like crazy, while other years there are more stalks than actual flowers (due to the fact that the bulbs are getting crowded & need to regroup, just like us) but they always return.