Blessings Friday: Dare to Meet the Daffodils

Wintertime, although an odd sort of nonsensical season here in Tucson, leaves me feeling dull and drab. Spring has brought a renewed sense of energy and invokes its own colorful way of embracing the world.

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This past week brought me a cheerful bouquet of daffodils, the gift of a neighbor. I photographed them to make a thank-you card. After the drab colors of winter, daffodils are nature’s buttery goodness.

To dispel winter’s dreariness each year, Emily Dickinson forced daffodils to bloom. I wish I’d thought of doing something similar over the winter. Spring ignored my forgetfulness and came just in time to remind me that daffodils happily bloom without any aid from us.

"I dared not meet the Daffodils

For fear their Yellow Gown

Would pierce me with a fashion

So foreign to my own"

Excerpt from Poem 348 (Robin) - a poem by Emily Dickinson

As Emily infers, the bold color of daffodils reminds us of the dullness in ourselves during the bleak time of year and the dazzling brightness of the flowers strutting their stuff in the sunshine. The whole concept reminds me I’m responsible for my own happiness, no matter the time of year.

The simple gift of daffodils cheered my soul so marvelously, I’m doing a bit of emotional spring cleaning on myself and daring to meet the daffodils.

Have a happy weekend and I’ll see you on Monday.