Saturday's one-inch rain brought this Monday-morning daffodil springing out of the ground, and Sunday's near-eighty temps gave it an extra nudge. This was the warmest January on record in our part of Texas--not a good sign for the summer to come. But summer's heat is a future discomfort, and the sight of this golden bringer of spring sets my heart swinging.
The dogs, however, cruising nearby, were just puzzled: "Why is Mom on her knees in the damp grass, in front of that flower?"
Reading Note, from "Poem: The Morning Walk," by Mary Oliver, in Long Life:
There are a lot of words meaning thanks.
Some you can only whisper.
Others you can only sing...
A person, sometimes, will hum a little Mahler.
Or put arms around an old oak tree.
Or take out lovely pencil and notebook to find a few
touching, kissing words.