The Smell of Spring

March always reminds me of daffodils because they grew in the backyard of my childhood home. Being a March baby, I clearly remember my Mom cutting the daffodils and placing them in a vase on our kitchen table every year around my birthday. To me, daffodils are that joyful expression that Spring is coming (as is my birthday)!

There is something cheerful about seeing the daffodils and smelling the earth starting to come alive in Springtime. I bought myself a handful of daffodils yesterday at the store. As I arranged them in a small vase that was my Mom’s, I was smiling. It’s the little things, those precious moments that I treasure. Don’t you?

It’s been getting warmer here in Jersey and the birds are chatting away more than usual. Perhaps it’s not more than usual, but simply that it’s been so quiet throughout the Winter months. It’s good to hear them prattling away and calling to each other. I have been watching them eat from the suet bird feeders I got this Winter. They are so much fun to watch!

However, I saw that there is a possibility of a snow storm next week and much to everyone else’s chagrin, I’m smiling about it! I love snow as well and would welcome one last snowfall before Spring is officially here. Back in the 70’s I remember a snow storm on my birthday which I loved! Perhaps we have another one in store for 2021?

I hope that all of you are healthy and happy. I haven’t been writing as much lately, but I do think of you often. My darling rabbits and wildlife haven’t been seen in a long while. I’m not sure if they’ve moved, are hibernating or perhaps have met their demise which saddens me. I’m hoping for a resurgence in the Spring. I’ll stay in touch and let you know!

In the meantime, may you have a lovely Thursday afternoon in March wherever you are. May you take a few moments to notice The Presents of Presence in your day. Take an extra moment or two to just be, look up at the sky, notice the grass and the smell of Spring starting. Count your blessings and be grateful for your loved ones by your side. I am grateful for all of you.

Shine On!

xo

3 thoughts on “The Smell of Spring

  1. As I am grateful for these beautiful posts Yvonne. I am well, in a world that looks crazy but is teaching us something wonderful, and as you said, to stop and smell the daffodils…or roses…or just Spring in all its wonder.
    Over here we have been blessed with much rain after a ten year drought and it has been a delight to see such green again. And I think your nature may have shifted as in some may be gone but when a vacuum is created something wonderful comes into it.
    And speaking of wonderful, a friends mare has just given birth to this delightful foal, all legs and as cute as ever. She wasn’t due for three weeks so my friend had gone away to prepare for the birth and received a phone call in the middle of the night from a neighbor who told her she had a new visitor in her paddock.
    Ah, there are delights to make us smile and touch us deeper than we realise. I hope your world gives you that last birthday wish of snow (even if its just on your house 🤣 ), and mother nature opens after a long sleep dear lady 😀 ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋

  2. Happy almost spring Yvonne! The daffodils are beautiful. My mother loved them. I’ll never forget a little neighbor girl who was probably 4 or 5 years old, picking every one last daffodil my mother grew in the front yard and she knocked on our back door and sold them to my mother (for a couple of dollars). My mother didn’t realize she had purchased her own daffodils until she went out that afternoon to get her mail! We laughed about that one for years!!

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