Like the ruffled skirts of Texas square dancers—the petals of the daffodils stand out and unfurl to wave spring under our hungry noses—to wave yellow—from creamery butter yellow, to pastel Easter egg yellow, to lemon pie custard yellow, to egg yolk. The flower trumpets—some slender and waxy—some wide and fluted—others round and short blare out... Continue Reading →
Announcing Spring!
Like the ruffled skirts of Texas square dancers—the petals of the daffodils stand out and unfurl to wave spring under our hungry noses—to wave yellow—from creamery butter yellow, to pastel Easter egg yellow, to lemon pie custard yellow, to egg yolk.The flower trumpets—some slender and waxy—some wide and fluted—others round and short blare out to... Continue Reading →
Daffodils Mean Spring!
I will speak using stories; I will tell secret things from long ago.Psalm 78:2Daffodils seem to burst out of nowhere. I love them. (Notice how different these two types are.) I go looking for them every spring - watching for them in flowerbeds and through the countryside, even where no house stands.The first story I... Continue Reading →