I am sitting at my dining table, looking out the big window on the north side of the house. Where the sun is brightly shining, and the hyacinths are brightly blooming. Along with the little bell shaped blooms of the 'snowdrops' that always make me think about my grandmother Fluker (her yard is where all snowdrop bulbs came from.)
And happy smiling, bright yellow daffodils, blooming in clumps that get bigger and more prolific every year. Partly due to the bulbs growing in size, and partly due to me continually planting more and more when I rescue them. Either from work, or when I get that itching urge to stop along the road and dig up a clump or two. How can you look at daffodils and not smile???
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