As the seasons change and new years unfold, I take apart wreaths and bouquets from previous years and transform them into entirely new arrangements. Last year's bouquets won't be recognizable this year, although the flowers will be the same. I take my trusty little pliers, snip off stems, mix new colors, add ribbons and greenery to create new patches of posies for around the house and patio.
It's fairly well impossible to be around daffodils and not feel a tickle of joy deep down inside.
Each time a Guardian Angel
sees a good deed being done--
A special springtime kindness,
or a prayer said for someone.
She plucks a star from heaven,
and it floats to earth until
it blooms in all its glory,
as a golden daffodil!
--Author Unknown
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| I'm a little daffy dill Sent to earth to fill A vase upon your window sill! by Nature Weaver |