Today my little daffodils bloomed. I have been noticing the daffodils lately. Every time I see a yard full I am reminded of Daffodil Hill in the little town of Volcano, California. Of course, nothing here compares to their hundreds of thousands of blooms. But my one blooming bulb is very special to me.
I took a little walk around the neighborhood after the rain to check out the other spring blossoms. The robins were seemingly everywhere, singing and watching me. And the smells were wonderful… hyacinths in bloom, wet green grass, a little laundry and some early dinners. I love spring.