“The daffodils are blooming!” Kiki announced in a lilting voice as she breezed in the door.
The granddaughter, who didn’t know the difference between a daffodil and a geranium – and who didn’t much care, sat in the kitchen playing Donkey Kong on Colecovision. Her eyes were nearly glassed over from staring for so long into the screen and her thumb muscles ached from over use.
This would not do.
“Come outside and see!”
The glassy eyes slid her direction for a moment, then back to the screen, where the jumpman had just cleared another barrel.
“Come on, Valley.”
A barrel hit the jumpman. The child groaned. So much for saving the princess. She sighed, turned off the little TV, and stood up to get this over with.
Outside, the daffodils were indeed blooming. Not just blooming – they looked like they were singing. Trumpeting nearly.
“Heralding spring,” Kiki said.
They looked like fairy princess dresses – perhaps the princess was saved afterall.
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March 21, 2014 at 6:04 pm
Jackie Cangro
There are little yellow daffodil buds springing up all around my neighborhood. I can’t wait until they start to bloom. The harbingers of spring!
March 31, 2014 at 10:15 am
Lunar Euphoria
They are a happy sight after a long winter.
July 23, 2014 at 8:39 pm
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