I'd be hard pressed to pick my favorite Spring flower. But right up there near the top is the sunny yellow daffodil. This is the time of year to be living in the Northwest if you are a bulb lover. Tulip and Daffodil fields line the highways and every house has their own supply.
I haven't seen the first daffodil this year until today. My sister sent me this picture. The flowers are from the flowering of the cross at her church. Once the service was over the church ladies were going to toss these beauties because they don't smell so good. What? Toss them as in throw them away? My sweet sister, Linda Lu, is a natural born savior of cats, dogs, nieces and nephews, sisters and now daffodils.
I have added seeing a whole Easter cross covered in 50 varieties of daffodils to my bucket list. Be still my heart, I swoon at the very thought of such beauty. On that note I leave you with a daffodil poem. It is like an exclamation point at the end of a gorgeous Easter Day!