As scented roses make center stage,daffodils cry out from deep underfrosty layers of white wintry snow!It is the middle of February andeach hour sings of love unfolds. Chick-a-Dees crowd filled danglingfeeders and are welcoming with song;my south window smudged withgrandkid’s sweet sticky finger printsbecome a splendid blessing to the day. Bleak is the land lingeringContinue reading “Give Me Daffodils”
