To me, a sure sign of Spring is when the kids start bringing me flowers from the yard.
I put a few little jars on the windowsill as soon as I saw Daffodils reaching out for the sun. It's kind of like, "If you build it, they will come." I was ready with the vase and sure enough, they came with flowers.
Sometimes they pick them too short for vases and sometimes I only have the bloom to work with. When that happens, I have pretty cups at the ready and float the flowers in them. But this day, the stems were just the right length to stand happily on the windowsill.
And I happily stand back to look at them, being reminded once again of the simple nature of children.
I love it.
That's so precious... those kids are so sweet to bring you flowers.
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Just very sweet thoughts...every time one of my grandkids bring a flower to me, I go back in time to memories of their parents when they were little bringing me flowers...love they way you write !
ReplyDeleteI love daffodils! They are so bright and cheery. And love when they bring flowers to you. It's sooo sweet.
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ReplyDeleteso nice to drop in and meet you,I've been super busy and haven't had a chance to visit my blog friends, always fun to make new ones!:) looking forward to my next visit
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Brandi
Boy, do I love daffodils. I only wish they lasted a little longer. If they did, I think I would buy them all the time! (I don't have any growing around my house, unfortunately.)
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