Half carafe of daffodils
“a half carafe of daffodils” by nan lehnert

It’s nearly spring…and spring is always daffodils to me.  In late March 2002, we traveled to Scotland, and daffodils were popping up everywhere.  I fell in love with these bright yellow flowers, that freckled the fields, and poked their faces out of the lawn like small, golden flames.

Sadly, on our last evening in Invergarry, the Queen Mother passed away. The following day, Easter Sunday, was a drizzly, gray morning; however, as we drove down to Glasgow, the yellow daffodils, lying cozy in their green blankets, continued to peek and smile at us. They will always remind me of Scotland, of light rain, of the Queen Mother, and of spring…but mostly, spring…eternal spring.


in time of daffodils (who know)

by ee cummings

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me


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