Thursday
Mar112010
Daffodils
I feel like yesterday's post about the simple joy of discovering new foods goes along quite nicely with the bouquet I created for this week's One-Bouquet-a-Week Challenge. I bought several bunches of unopened daffodils so I could watch them bloom for a few days, and they did not disappoint. In fact, they started flowering within hours of getting them home, and kept me well entertained for three or four days with the new bursts of yellow-gold that would appear almost like magic at the top of their slim stems.
Watching this bouquet was pure delight--a perfect companion to the hint of spring that seems to be teasing New Yorkers right now. We can feel it coming. It's lifting our moods. And you can tell that we're all eagerly anticipating the blooms and warmer weather that will come along with the new season.
And I, for one, just can't wait to be surrounded by flowers inside and outside my home.
Watching this bouquet was pure delight--a perfect companion to the hint of spring that seems to be teasing New Yorkers right now. We can feel it coming. It's lifting our moods. And you can tell that we're all eagerly anticipating the blooms and warmer weather that will come along with the new season.
And I, for one, just can't wait to be surrounded by flowers inside and outside my home.
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A wonderful welcome to Spring!
Amy - I so enjoyed the pictures!
Was so excited to see the title of this blog - my favorite flower since I was a wee child! It may be juvenile, but they're just so happy.
Gorgeous! Daffodils = spring. They just do. The minute I see the first one poke out of the ground, I'm giddy. I just saw there first one here in Paris. YAY! Which is actually odd, because it is coooold here.
Not so bad to be cold if you're in Paris. (-: But I always get nervous for the flowers that bloom when it's cold--scared the frost will end up killing them...
But not so bad to be a threatened bloom in the cold if you're in Paris, eh?
Not juvenile at all. I'd say it just fills you with "child-like wonder." And I like that kind of wonder.