I love when daffodils come in. I never plant any spring bulbs myself because I've always felt its weird to plant something that blooms for so little time. Daffodils, however, are one little flower I do love, and I get very excited when they start popping up at my local grocery store.
I love their shape before they open. Knowing that under that tan papery skin lies a beautiful bright flower just waiting to break out. All they need is a glass of water to rest in and 24 hours later they burst open in a riot of canary yellow. Their petals remind me of scenes from Alice in Wonderland, nature's tea cups just waiting to be plucked and sipped from, or trumpets that I can only imagine play the clearest and tearfully beautiful tune.
I know as a partially employed recent graduate I shouldn't spend $7.00 on some cut flowers whose beauty is oh so temporary, but every morning when I wake up I see these happy little flowers waiting for me on my bed stand and I can't help but think, today is going to be good.
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