My favorite time of year in my gardens, is when my yard turns yellow. It’s that time when you haven’t seen any color except drab brown for seemingly months on end. And then . . . almost as if overnight . . . everything turns yellow.
Both sides of my yard have forsythia hedges and scattered in the front and back yard are hundreds of daffodils. The forsythia don’t seen as full this year, maybe because of the hard winter we had. But, either way, they still make a colorful statement.
Up close and personal, their brilliance is stunning.
And the daffodils are practically screaming at you with their showy yellow.
Since I was a child, daffodils and daisies were my favorite flowers. To me, both are the picture of simplicity and happiness.
For this brief time of year, before they are crowded out, the yellows take center stage and share it with no other.
No other word describes a daffodil as well as “happy”. So . . . if you need to smile, or a dose of happy . . . find yourself some daffodils. Life can be as simple as that.