spring, in a vase
There's something about daffodils - the way they stand, smell, open up - that makes me so hopeful and excited for spring. Maybe it's their colors. Green and yellow standing in fresh water in a vase of clear glass scream SPRING IS FINALLY COMING! in a way that few other things can.
This particular vase of daffodils sits on my kitchen table, where night after night I've been making my way through Middle Earth, and I find myself leaning to the left as the pages turn, only to look up from the book and find my nose burried in a yellow flower. Mmm ... daffodils!
I've been wearing sandals. I "forget" my coat. I bask in the sunshine and begin looking hard at the limbs and branches of living things, much to the suspicion and concern of people who see me looking hard at such things. I buy strawberries and begin thinking about iced tea. I want to decorate Easter eggs and cover anything that will stand still in a pastel hue.
And I want to cover my kitchen table in vases of daffodils.
This particular vase of daffodils sits on my kitchen table, where night after night I've been making my way through Middle Earth, and I find myself leaning to the left as the pages turn, only to look up from the book and find my nose burried in a yellow flower. Mmm ... daffodils!
I've been wearing sandals. I "forget" my coat. I bask in the sunshine and begin looking hard at the limbs and branches of living things, much to the suspicion and concern of people who see me looking hard at such things. I buy strawberries and begin thinking about iced tea. I want to decorate Easter eggs and cover anything that will stand still in a pastel hue.
And I want to cover my kitchen table in vases of daffodils.
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