April 13, 2015
With three notes and a trill, the song sparrow transports me back to the sun-soaked barefoot
days of my childhood. How happy I am to share my morning walk with him.
His joy, in the tranquil morning, is evident by his song. With loveliness bursting around every bend, I certainly understand
These lovely daffodils, also called narcissus, are aptly named. Narcissus was a youth in Greek mythology who fell in love
with his reflection in a pool of water. If I looked like a narcissus, I, too, would suffer his fate.
Our eccentric neighbor, Bill, (owner of the exotic peacocks and avid reader of this blog) is a spring bulb connoisseur.
How lucky for me. . . and for you!
My camera and I are irresistibly drawn to trespass on his land.
He and his wife encourage my wanderings– “Pick a bunch,” they say, ever generous in their offerings.
Like his peacocks, Bill’s daffodils tend to wander the neighboring countryside with picturesque abandonment.
I find them tucked along the trails like golden drops of sunshine. Lucky enough to discover some, while peepers peep
in a nearby swamp, I am catapulted into bliss with spring infusing joy into my soul like a drug.
Aaah. . . there is nothing like basking in the deliciousness of spring.
That’s all from this bliss saturated brain. Have a blissful day!