Happy spring!

Whenever I see daffoldils, I think about my mother, who loved the beautiful yellow flowers.

My mother, an English major, went to college when students were required to memorize poetry. Whenever she saw a daffodil, she would recite William Wordworth’s poem.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils.

Happy spring! Enjoy the flowers and all of the delights of the season.


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