It is March 2022 and time for the
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Today, I offer daffodils and poetry ...
Poem 1 -
is nurtured with
a sun-kissed love
absorbed deep within
a hidden strength
when fierce winds blow
when furious rains pelt
when lightning fearfully strikes
My daffodils are visible reminders of the temperamental weather of March in the Mid-Atlantic.
Let me show you, with pictures.
Just ten days ago, I celebrated the very first daffodil in my yard:
|March 5, 2022 - daffodils have arrived!|
A day or two later, daffodils had popped out all over my yard and the neighborhood, only to be met with continuous rain (I blogged about this rainy day last week):
|March 7, 2022 - daffodils are swamped by rain.|
Then came this past weekend - Saturday, specifically:
|March 12, 2022 - daffodils encrusted with snow and ice.|
Oh no, snow! A wild, blustery, cold cold cold day. This is not good.
And now, today, it was 70 degrees outside and bright sunshine.
Check out the daffodils now - yes, a bit bedraggled, but, seriously, they are keeping on!
|Today - daffodils in recovery.|