During the cold grey doldrums of January I begin to splurge on supermarket daffodils to place on my coffee table. The little yellow blooms provide me with a little springtime magic and trick me into believing that flowering gardens aren’t too far away. I adore watching the tightly wrapped buds open slowly over the course of the week allowing their sunny faces to appear.
Each year I am also surprised by the sound originating from the blooms. As the light reaches the stems and they strain to open ever wider, their tissue paper covering stretches open with a slight wrinkling sound. The first time I heard this rattle it took a few days to hone in on the source of the crinkling noise but once I knew the origin I began to wait and listen with great intent to hear and see the blooms come to life.
As I sit and write this post I wait with great anticipation for the sounds of new life, yellow blooms breaking free from their cocoons. Hopefully these daffy-dils will not disappoint.
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