One of my guilty pleasures right now, is to listen in the stillness of the twilight hours to the sound of newly born daffodils emerging from their tightly furled bud.
The little groans and satisfied pop! as another cut stemmed life bursts into beautiful golden fullness fill me with hope and delight.
I speak welcomingly to them and tell them how beautiful they are, I hope they know how happy they have made me.
They must never know their ill fated destiny, once their charm has begun to fade and their life source grows stagnant.
tomorrow I will rescue some more…