"As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; / [ . . . ] Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: / Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; / Selves -- goes itself; 'myself' it speaks and spells, / Crying 'What I do is me; for that I came'." --Gerard Manley Hopkins

14 March 2006

Daffodils and Forsythia

Last week, my husband came into the house with an armful of downy yellow daffodils which brightened our kitchen for days. Every time I walked into the dining room, they greeted me with sunny cheerfulness and lifted my spirits.

Leaving for a wedding Saturday afternoon, as we came around the curve at the top of our street we were almost blinded by a row of sun-bright forsythia. I hadn't realized they were there, hadn't really noticed them in all the years we've lived here. But there's no avoiding them this year, the brilliant blossoms waving in celebration of spring.

Other colors are bright and rich this year, too, but the sunshine has come to earth for us, warming hearts even in the chilly air of a rain-washed morning.


GrumpyTeacher1 said...

Our forsythia has erupted in blossoms too. Happy spring!

alaiyo said...

Thank you! You, too!

Megan said...

Ah, flowers! I was reading The Two Towers today, and came upon the chapter in which Sam enters Gondor after walking through barren lands and being near the Black Gates of Mordor. I loved his hobbitish delight--forgetting the ever-present fear and the closeness of DARKNESS-- at seeing herbs and flowers. That's how I respond to spring!

Fieldfleur said...

Yippee for forsythia (and crocus and daffodils) -- splashes for us, finally!