
I love spring bulbs. They are so full of promise, so intensely colorful. I noticed that all over the front yard planter, hundreds of tiny green spears are pushing through the soil. These are daffodils planted by Sarah, my oldest child. Sarah planted them in early November 2004, just a few weeks before she passed away suddenly. Daffodils are her birth flower (March) and my absolute favorite. She knew that and planted them for me as an early birthday gift (Jan. 3). They are such a sweet reminder each spring of her thoughtfulness. They make me smile, less bittersweet each year, as time goes by.
2 comments:
Sweet, tender thoughts, Brenda.
I too, love looking at those hundreds of daffodils each year. They always remind me of her.
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