The Month of Daffodils and How I Used to Tell Time
Happy March 3rd! I was just talking with someone on Twitter about different ways we told time when we were younger. As a kid, I knew it was Spring when the daffodils came out. Daffodils also meant that it was March and that my dad's birthday wasn't far away. Some daffodils outside my place of work. Aren't they cheerful? Now, I add the sights of blue-eyed grasses, baby animals, lots of green grasses and areas that look like places where fairies might walk. Perks of living in the country. Summer meant that the community pool opened, the 4th of July Parade, watermelon, high temperatures, popsicles, sun-showers, fun running through sprinklers, Summer Library Reading Contest, weird red-days in the evening, no school and the grass gets brown. Fall meant the scent of apple pie floating down main street, high winds, the changing of leaves, the community pool closes, back to school, cool weather and Thanksgiving family get-togethers. Winter promised snow, but n...