The daffodils have come up.
And the freesias.
The day lilies will be blooming in time for Easter.
They surprise me every year.
Every year.
I have this big "Wow!" moment. I get so excited.
As if I had anything to do with this.
Well… it is my garden. LOL
I don’t take this amazing miracle for granted.
And yet, I know this is how it works with bulbs.
They are supposed to bloom every year – and they do. Then they disappear… and return…etc.
And yet…
It’s like magic.
Or a surprise party.
Or Christmas.
Such a gift.
Every time.
I know I sound absolutely goofy. But I’ve told you before – not only am I a total dork, but I am very easily entertained.
Is there such a thing as an everyday miracle?
I’m not ashamed to tell you that I believe there is.
Happy Monday. 😉
I feel the same way! When we lived in CT, the crocus were always the first to bloom, then the tulips. I took pictures every year. I even framed a few, so my tulips are still with me in Alabama! And guess what, the old owner of our new house planted daffodils! Yay! Miracles, indeedHappy almost-Spring!
Happy Daffodils, Chantel. Y felicidades on your new house. =D