Daffsplosion

I step from the front porch, Sugar tugging at the leash, anxious to dart around the corner and see if there are any of her dog friends out and about. As I scurry forward, I glance down, and there, nodding non chalantly in the the morning breeze are a dozen beautiful white daffodils with bright orange and yellow centers!

How gorgeous their welcome cheerfulness after such a long and cold winter. A whole cluster of spring is much more encouraging than just two little snowdrops sagging toward the dirt. These beauties lift their faces to the sun and stand tall and energetic, expectant, young, flexing their stems, eager for life.

I can almost picture the Easter bunny tucking a brightly colored egg beneath their crisp greenery. I have no time to linger. Sugar tugs impatiently. I round the corner and am amazed to find the whole east side of the building decorated with nodding daffodils of all sizes, interspersed with tulip plants pregnant with promise of riotous color soon to appear.

But Sugar commands me to move on already. I will return when she is less wound up to check out each little face and welcome them personally.