The sun is out for the third consecutive day, and so it seems that spring has, rather unexpectedly to me at least, sprung. As little as a few days ago, the trees were still bare; but earlier, on my way to the shops, I noticed that catkins were sprouting on the willows that line the ditch. Also, snowdrops, (grape) hyacinths, and daffodils have started pushing up through the grass all around.
Daffodils have been my favourite flowers ever since I was a child. There's something about the sight of them that never fails to flood my being with instant happiness. There's a picture of me as an 8-month old baby, happily sitting in a cluster of them, and I can only assume that my fondness for this type of flower goes back to that particular occasion. I drew countless pictures of them in nursery and primary school, and although I later came to appreciate a whole range of different flowers, none have ever replaced the humble daffodil in my affection.
Daffodils have been my favourite flowers ever since I was a child. There's something about the sight of them that never fails to flood my being with instant happiness. There's a picture of me as an 8-month old baby, happily sitting in a cluster of them, and I can only assume that my fondness for this type of flower goes back to that particular occasion. I drew countless pictures of them in nursery and primary school, and although I later came to appreciate a whole range of different flowers, none have ever replaced the humble daffodil in my affection.
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One of the reasons I am looking forward to visiting is to go to the tulip festival. I mean, they have them here, but tulips are inextricably linked with Holland and our climate means the ones we grow here more fragile and delicate, needing to be dug up and refrigerated before being replanted again to flower in the spring - IF they come back at all.