I am grateful today for the beautiful spring day.
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My mom always called daffodils - daffodowndillys - and I found this great poem today titled Daffodowndilly's which made me smile. Where we grew up there were tons of daffodils in our yard and my brother would always make sure mom had fresh daffodils in the kitchen all spring long.
Daffodowndilly
by A. A. Milne
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour;
"Winter is dead."
Daffodowndilly
by A. A. Milne
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour;
"Winter is dead."
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