There are hundred of daffodils in our back yard. Today's been the warmest day this spring and I am filled with joy looking at the daffodils.
About half have bloomed and the other half will be there soon.
Bern has got it so something is blooming all spring and summer somewhere in our yards.
Out front there is a plethora of tiny, delicate blue flowers she doesn't remember the the name of. An abundance of them.
And we have ground cover in both yards that have wondrous white flowers in both yards. They'll be showing their heads soon.
And did I mention the snow bells that came first of all?
Spring is springing to life all around us.
Thank the Almighty!!!
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