I can't stop..........I'm addicted to.........flowers! Seriously, they're everywhere, and it almost feels like I'm seeing them with new eyes. Sure, I've always loved a pretty flower, and been taken in by their sweet smell and charming colors, but now I'm beginning a love affair. It feels like they were waiting for me, quietly expecting sunnier days and blue skies, preparing to wow the world in their understated elegance, their constancy. Because on some level, maybe that's why I love them so much......because they're always there, a reminder to stop and appreciate their beauty, and soak it all in because their loveliness is as fleeting as it is wonderful.
I've secretly begun to think of daffodils as "my" flowers. They hold a special significance at our nursery school, so surely they've been working their way into my heart over the last few years. When I was telling my mom how much I loved them, she told me that when she was pregnant with me, her and Brian planted daffodil bulbs in the front of the house. She told Brian that when the flowers blossomed, they would have a new baby. So I'll chalk that up to another wonderment of flowers- rebirth. Every year, no matter what, they'll come back to you, give you another chance, inspire you.
Oh, how I love daffodils and tulips and narcissus and all sorts of other bulbs. Their return each year, their hibernation and ability to keep coming up year after year are truly inspiring. I am secretly forming a bulb spot in my yard. Each year I plant a few more. Who knows what it will look like in a few years. Right now, it's spotty and there is plenty of room. And the best, most reliable ones are, you guessed it: the daffodils. Now, I'll have to think of you as my best bulb! :) You're the best!
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