Is that Spring I can feel?


I love daffodils. They mean spring. They mean sunshine. They mean warmth. When the time comes for some soul to write my funeral notice don’t let them say ‘no flowers’. Say ‘lots of daffs’. Hundreds of them.
Daffodils. They are my yellow joy. And when they are gone the sweetpeas come. Blooming marvellous.

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