I have a "thing" about daffodils, probably Because Grandma had planted the Bulbs along the edge of our yard next to The gravel road. They proliferated. I loved them. I remember picking a bouquet for my Teacher and carefully transporting the Flowers in a canning jar on the school bus. Several years ago I was excited to find the Yellow blooms lining the lawn of an Abandoned farmhouse near my condo. I helped myself and filled several vases with The flowers. But alas! The farmhouse was razed and the Land cleared. Coming back from Florida it seemed like Daffodils were blooming everywhere, But on private property. How happy Danny and I were to spy Clumps of the flowers hidden in the Wooded area behind our house! Who could have planted them? A farm wife? A squirrel? Danny exchanged his church clothes for Old apparel and pushed his way through the Thorny underbrush. He returned with a handful of the precious Yellow posies. (Along with muddy shoes.) I gushed my appreciation to my dear Husband as only I could gush. Danny's gift was one of love and labor, A perk that brought back poignant Daffodil memories, a perfect perk for Easter day. |
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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