I'm daffodil happy today. I bought a couple of tightly furled bunches yesterday, and I expected them to open over the next couple of days. To my utter delight they wasted no time, and when I came into the living room this morning, they were waiting for me, in full bloom! I can only imagine what Mr. Wordsworth must have felt that day he saw a host of golden daffodils dancing in the breeze.
I've been cleaning my bookshelves this morning. I keep telling myself that I've got to start culling out; there's no more room on the shelves. But that girl must be tone deaf when it comes to books. And besides, every book on those shelves has treasure in it; the ones I didn't find any treasures, well, they are already out the door.
So, I'm squishing and squeezing. Hope this treatment doesn't make their spines hurt.
And now, I see by my clock, it's time to leave books and daffodils; in a while I'm setting forth on an afternoon outing with a special friend to the Home and Garden Show.
Here's wishing you a pleasant day,