Like a cheerful companion, my wee bouquet of mini daffodils spends the day with me. A gush of fresh, warm air, slightly damp from overnight rain and heavy with the unmistakably sweet scent of spring, greeted me when I opened the front door early this morning. I stepped out eagerly and slogged through soggy but greening grass to get to the street bed where my biggest clump of minis resides. I found the bright yellow bugles splashed with bits of chocolate mulch; but a quick, gentle rinse under the faucet took care of that for the most part. After filling one of my favorite tiny bottles with water, I plunged the short stems in, thankful for the powerful yellow’s enthusiastic heralding of the start of my favorite season.
Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.
― John Muir, Scottish-American naturalist
