The Trumpets Are Sounding
Yes, they are, and they are announcing that spring is on its way. These daffodils are in the yard of my former neighbor, who moved to California last fall. But his legacy of large clusters of these early harbingers of spring still remain. That's one of the wonderful things about certain plants. Even when the planter is long gone, the beauty that they brought to and shared with the rest of the world often remains. This seems to be especially true with daffodils and day lilies. Often when I am out driving on country roads during the spring and early summer I can spot these two flowers along the roadside or mixed into the tall grass, weeds, and overgrown trees and bushes at abandoned houses and farms. Usually I think that this is an indication that a woman once lived there who valued beauty and in some little ways found ways to bring a little extra of it into her and her family's lives. But, of course, as in the case of my former neighbor, I should not forget that some men take the time to do this, too. In either case, how blessed the rest of us are that they took the time from other, probably more important labors, to plant these bulbs and rhizomes. Seeing them certainly puts a smile on my face and a song in my heart. Such simple, but still such important, pleasures.