I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. ……….William Wordsworth
Nestled under the snow banks in our fields hundreds of daffodils, crocus and iris struggle to find the spring sun light. Short of clearing away the blanket of white, it will be a few more weeks before we have any flowers in our yard.
This time of year I crave flowers as much as I crave the smell of wet earth, rhubarb and bird songs. Thanks to the local volunteers, our kitchen was brightened with daffodils from the April is Cancer month fundraiser.
I have been blessed with a husband who loves flowers too. Himself purchased bulbs in December at Halifax Seeds, to make our spring just a little bit brighter.