Just a quick post to show the daffodils that greet me each time I head to the chicken coop and back again. The yellow daffodil is early. It’s an outlier from a group a distance away that is just sending up blossom stalks. These yellow flowers came with the property when we bought it some 4 decades ago. They were planted by my mother-in-law 💚 before we took ownership of the property. There hasn’t been a spring yet where these tough little guys hadn’t popped up and bloomed for us. The more pale yellow daffodils were a given to me from my sister-in-law several years back. 💚 These flowers make their beautiful appearance every year with very little help from me. They are basically on their own and are thriving.
I look forward to seeing this patch of flowers show up in spring. I appreciate the grace and refinement that they display for us to enjoy as they herald a new season. I love the tenacity and determination that sends the bloom stalks up and out of the ground. I savor the visual unfolding of the flower’s life each day for as long as they allow. When the blooms have faded, I watch as the plants retreat back into the ground to regain the energy they require to put on the next springtime renewal.
I envisage a flower as a brightly colored bow on a gift from God.
Psalm 103:15-18
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more. But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children’s children; to such as keep his covenant, and to those that remember his commandments to do them.
~ David, Psalmist and King of Israel
2 Comments
Elaine D
So beautifully written!
Marlene
Thank you! 😊