Everywhere you look there are flowers. Our yard is filled with dark purple and pale white violets. The last of the hyacinths and our single daffodil are perfuming our living room. Our neighbors are tired of their thirty year old beautiful red tulips and have given them to us. They are blooming right now so I have not been able to transplant them yet. I am going to make a bed for them in front of the house and plant grape hyacinths in front of them.
Yesterday was so warm that it felt like summer and reminded me of a poem by Emily Dickinson:
THE BEE is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially
The brooks laugh louder when I come,
the breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes,
the silver mists
thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer’s day?
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