Wrapping up the month—life is still a struggle, but it helps to name and celebrate the good. I’ve enjoyed this format and will keep looking for hope as April begins.
Posts Tagged ‘daffodils’
#31things: noticing goodness.
Posted in musings, tagged #31things, daffodils, flowers, hope, joy, naming, noticing, pandemic, seasons, spring on March 31, 2021| 2 Comments »
#31things: signs of spring.
Posted in musings, tagged #31things, crocuses, daffodils, flowers, hope, plants, snowdrops, spring, The Secret Garden on March 5, 2021| Leave a Comment »
To quote Ben Weatherstaff: “crocuses an’ snowdrops an’ daffydowndillys.” I search for them amid the dirty snow. They are delight, relief, joy—a splash of hope when everything is still grey.
31 words about #31things: Trader Joe’s daffodils.
Posted in musings, writing, tagged #31things, brightness, cheer, daffodils, flowers, hope, writing, yellow on March 1, 2021| 5 Comments »
Hey, y’all. It’s March (it has been March for a year) and I need a writing challenge. So this month I’m writing a 31-word blog post each day, about 31 things that are getting me through. Today’s is longer because of this introduction, but I’m hoping to spark some creativity with this format and shake myself out of my latest funk.
Here’s the first one: Trader Joe’s daffodils.
A shot of yellow on my kitchen counter—I can’t resist grabbing a bunch at $1.79 each. They remind me that not all luxuries are expensive, and brighter days are coming.
More tomorrow.
Daffy daffodils
Posted in books, musings, tagged cheer, daffodils, flowers, gardening, hope, optimism, seasons, spring, whimsy, yellow on February 12, 2020| Leave a Comment »
The first [daffodils] of the season are sprouting on my pocket-handkerchief sundeck—bursts of yellow on sappy stems. It seems almost wrong for them to be so yellow and so confident of the coming of spring. It is still winter. They are early. I am quite annoyed with them, which is perverse. […]
The pots on the sundeck are studded with strappy leaves, and stems topped with furled yellow buds, and, until I cut it a few minutes ago, there was this one arrogant or self-confident bloom ahead of all the rest, with its open-hearted, imprudent embrace of possibility. […]
Daffy daffodils. They open themselves in this way to light and sun and rain, exposing their innards, advertising their vulnerability with a splash of colour in the grey, shaded, pre-spring garden.
Spring is coming, the daffodils say. Hope springs eternal. And all that.
I am going to cut more of the furled yellow buds, put them in a vase, and watch them open in the warmth of my living room.
—Margaret Simons, Six Square Metres: Reflections from a Small Garden
I’ve been reading Simons’ wry, wonderful memoir about her tiny garden in the inner suburbs of Melbourne (kindly sent to me by the good folks at Scribe US). I don’t have any outdoor space for bulbs, but I’ve been filling my kitchen with Trader Joe’s daffodils lately, and her words were a perfect match for the cheery yellow blooms that are making my kitchen cart so happy right now.
Sprouting.
Posted in musings, tagged Cambridge, crocuses, daffodils, flowers, growth, hope, seasons, snowdrops, spring, sprouts, tulips on February 28, 2018| 8 Comments »
The crocuses in that triangular bed across from my beloved Darwin’s.
The daffodils tucked up against brick walls in Cambridge flowerbeds.
The witch hazel in front of the Harvard Art Museums.
Snowdrops tangled in the ground cover on a side street near my office.
Something’s coming, Tony sings in West Side Story. Something good, if I can wait.
I’m watching and hoping for spring, which isn’t quite here yet. (We’re just knocking on March, after all.) But these sprouts are giving me joy while I wait.
Even the tulips – a little early – are joining in the show.
What’s sprouting where you are?
spring color week: yellow
Posted in musings, travel, tagged color week, daffodils, Oxford, photos, poppytalk, sunsets, tuliips on March 10, 2010| 1 Comment »
It’s yellow day here and over at Poppytalk – so here are some glimpses of spring sunshine in Oxford!
Daffodils in University Parks:
And at Balliol College, alma mater of Lord Peter Wimsey, Dorothy Sayers’ gentleman detective:
Luscious fruits at the weekly Wednesday open market, Gloucester Green:
Tulips in University Parks:
Yellow roses climbing a house on Morrell Avenue, which curves up Headington Hill, and which was my route to school:
And finally, a bit of gold in an early spring sunset, with dreaming spires aplenty:
Hope you enjoy this yellow – Abby is also playing along, and the shots in the Flickr pool are gorgeous.
cakes, tea and dreams 