Something’s happening in our neighborhood. I noticed it a couple of weeks ago.

Tender green shoots began peeking up through the pine straw beside our driveway and in neighbors’ yard.

“It’s too early,” I said to the empty passenger seat beside me as I drove down our street. “It’s going to get cold again.” And I worried that cold temperatures would nip the little shoots.

But a few more days of warmer temperatures and those shoots shot up. Buds appeared and blooms began to unfurl.

Daffodils. Dozens of them in our neighborhood. Some meticulously arranged and planted in groupings and others, like the volunteers in our back yard, gathered in random clumps that seem to grow bigger every year.

Daffodils have inspired great poets and writers like Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Emerson, and more.

At our house, we call them “the harbingers of spring.” It’s a whole thing we do—an inside joke that’s not funny to anyone but us. And I always laugh, because yay! Spring is coming.

The daffodils bring bursts of color and cheer with their yellow and white faces.

Yesterday, when I took photos of several groupings, the petals seemed to glow in the late afternoon sunlight. They were radiant against a subdued winter background of browns and grays.

Maybe the landscape around you is snow-covered or frost-bitten.

Maybe, like me, when winter and cold weather set in, you start longing for spring.

If so, hold on a bit longer.

Spring is coming. The daffodils said so.

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