We await the return of life each spring. The first
flowers seen are the dandelions, early nourishment for
emerging bees and other pollinators, then bloodroot,
and daffodils. I have set bags of hybrid daffodils in
the perennial beds, but the ones I love the most are a
double variety, planted long ago by a woman who must
have longed for a sign that winter was passing. Several
fallen-down cabins and old homeplaces up and down
our creek display this variety. I imagine the woman
visiting each dwelling, joyfully sharing her daffodils.
They bloom in the woods and down in our pasture
where the old house and barn once stood.