I was driving in search of brightly painted houses the other morning when I saw the most welcome sight of the year so far … a bank of daffodils in bloom.
It was one of those perfect moments when Spring wrapped her loving arms around me.
As I stepped out of the car, a choir of birds were singing merrily overhead on the branches of a sunlit tree:
The scene was all sunlight and shadows; and as brightly painted as anyone could have wished for:
So many thoughts as I knelt down to just be with the daffodils: that photo of Mother holding the bunch of daffodils;
Dad standing at the kitchen window watching his daffodils blowing in the wind; me reading The Daffodils to Dad when he was in bed in those last few months of his life and him chiming in when I thought he was asleep …..
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.