The first signs of the end of winter for me are the emergence of daffodils, dogwoods, and other early flowering trees. There’s something comforting about the signs of spring. A rebirth of sorts. 

Daffodils have been my favorite spring flowers for most of my adult life. All of the places that I have lived since C and I got married have had daffodils growing in the yard, either already there or we planted some.

When my kids were little, I would take them to the botanic gardens when there was a whole meadow of flowers blooming. It’s called Daffodil Hill. I have fond memories of warm spring days hanging out amongst the flowers with babies and toddlers.

Winter is my least favorite season. I don’t like the cold. I don’t like it when it gets dark so early in the evening. 

It was the start of daylight savings time this weekend, we are springing forward. 

The daffodils have been blooming for a couple of weeks now. The saucer magnolias are blooming, and the dogwoods as well.

The cycle of the seasons continues. The earth is being reborn.

Nature is healing.