Springtime: An Ode (of sorts)
Yesterday, I invited my dad over for dinner because my mom and brother are out of town. To my utter delight, he sweetly brought me a bouquet of Daffodils! I realized that they were the first bouquet I have had in my house since I moved in and I was so happy to see the bright yellow flowers, I almost had tears in my eyes. I remembered at that moment how much I adore...and miss...flowers. In Missouri, daffodils would pop out of the ground all over the place in the Spring. We have family pictures of us as children sitting surrounded by fields of daffodils. The Daffodils look nice in my red kitchen with the yellow cabinets. My dad also gave me the giant yellow pansies that are blooming like crazy in my backyard right now. I love pansies. They are such a ubiquitous flower, but I never tire of them. I always imagine their round, cheery faces greeting me with little piping voices, "Hello! Hello! What a beautiful day!" Even if it is not, in fact, a beautiful day. I respect...