They pop up when winter breaks and the sun warms the ground. Looking out at the tiny spots of yellow dotting the yard arouses my hibernating spirit. I begin plotting, planning, and writing my spring cleaning to-do list.
I know winter is not finished - she always leaves a farewell frost in early April - but I just can't help myself.
When I look at those daffodils my soul smiles, my spirit lifts, and I let them tease me with thoughts and promises of the spring to come.