A show of promises came in doubles yesterday when a rainbow formed over my emerging daffodils–an ancient symbol of promise for better days along with my own floral symbol of promise for spring light pushing back the darkness of winter.
The daffodils haven’t quite opened yet, but these brave flowers have stood tall through a lot of unusually cold days. I’m at 600 feet above sea level so I’m a little colder than the valley floor, but mine are on their way.
Here come the first ones today on a balmy afternoon. Almost there.
By next week I expect they’ll be in full bloom as I sit down to begin writing my new book. I’ll take that for a promise. May the book be a good one. The actual writing is always exciting for me. I appreciate the show of hope nature provides.
Wonderful to see that beautiful picture. Feel like I am crawling out of a cave to see sunlight and hope.
Yes, I know what you mean, Wilma. That sight really lifted my spirits after so many dark rainy days. So glad it touched you too.
My husband has been really sick for a year now. I think we need sunshine. Makes everything better.
So sorry to hear your husband has been ill. Sunshine does seem to help. I think that’s why I love daffodils so much. They’re like little spots of sunshine even when skies cloud up. I hope we get some more sunny days so you both feel better.
Yes, this is a new experience for me. I feel I am on the other side of a coin. Through life people have supported me and now I am thrown in the supportive role.
Wishing you strength, Wilma. Take care.