And here I thought I was headed to bed. But the insistent joy in the last posting sent me to my digital picture files. Here in the dark I scrolled through dozens of color bursts masquerading as flowers.
Most precious, at present, are these beauties, this liquid sunshine. Oh, how I long for their appearance this year. Yet just this morning, this finally warm morning after so much cold, I leaned over my deck rail and whispered down to the leaf-covered flower beds, "Not yet, dear ones. Not yet. Be patient. I will keep waiting."
And meanwhile, I dream of daffodils.