Then Bursting Forth!

Easter daffodils from my neighbor.

A kind gesture to acknowledge our twenty-two years of shared proximity and also of friendship. I don’t recall ever noticing that this particular flower has such a delicate fragrance. Can you imagine what an entire field of them must smell like? Heavenly I suppose.

Wordsworth wrote the following description in 1804 upon discovering a large bank of dancing daffodils:

“I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”

This gift of a small bunch of golden beauties had been set in a vase at my doorstep—petals unopened as if in anticipation of a great event. To awaken this morning to their ruffled regalia and fragrant voice was as if they themselves had risen on this glorious Easter morning. A beautiful symbol of a life altering event in heaven above and earth below. He is risen. He is risen indeed.

Blessed Easter wherever you are!

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