The first day of Spring and my favorite part of welcoming this season is the sight of all the daffodils on my drive to work! We live out in the country and their are thousands of daffodils bobbing their little yellow heads all along the sides of the roads. There are patches of them in fields, peeking out at the edge of woods, along fence rows and even in the ditches.
There are several old homesteads on my way into work that are long since gone, but the daffodils still remain. You can see where daffodils line the foundation of an old historic home that burned down ages ago and just picture what it must have looked like when the house was still standing. I like to think of the sweet woman that probably planted those bulbs, bending down in her calico dress with her white apron. Her hair pinned up on top of her head, or hanging down her back in one long braid. How much pride she must have felt every Spring when her labor of love bloomed all around her beautiful home.
One site where a house once stood is all overgrown with tall grass and bushes, some trees scattered here and there in a big open field. You'd never believe a house once graced the spot, except for the daffodils that are lined up perfectly straight along both sides of what once was the walkway to the front of the house. They still pop up every year, even though the walkway and house are long gone.
Some times you can see a huge field of daffodils just scattered everywhere and then on across the road they start up again in a ditch and off into another field. I assume the flood waters carried the bulbs across the road in one of our many storms. It's so pretty.
It won't be long now and the redbud trees will be blooming along the sides of the roads, their bright pink and purple buds letting the other trees know it's time to start leafing up and making everything green again. I love Spring!
