Yellow
I took my heavy foot and being as I have been all alone for days and the temperature was 69F absolutely, I was unable to resist the argument to head outside. I carefully stumbled past the roses, already leafing out(!), and cut them back respectably. They angrily grabbed at my floaty sweat pants that covered my ugly boot, but I ignored the plea of their thorns and carefully extricated myself with an awkward forward gate and went on determinedly to cut flowers at the end of the driveway. Cutting flowers on the first day of March! What is the world coming to? I will ignore this seduction that is leading to this destruction and instead gathered seven of the first sunshine colored blooms and brought them proudly inside and placed them in the 'antique' vase that had captured my eye last year.
In such a short time my house smelled like (no not a bordello...that is an ugly drugged smell) the first field of flowers that bloom in the spring on a high mountain alp. It is a virginal smell. Fresh and full of pungent pollen ready to reproduce, soft and full of hope.
smiles...glad the house smelled so fresh...and that you got out to enjoy it a bit...they look lovely
ReplyDeleteSounds like good weather. By Florida standards, however, anything under 70 degrees as a daytime high is still deep winter.
ReplyDeleteOh the beauty of yellow flowers! So pretty and fresh.
ReplyDeleteNice to see spring really is coming back!
ReplyDelete"A little yellow cup with a little yellow frill, a little yellow star and that's a daffodil!" How fortunate to have a vase full of flowers to begin our March into spring! Lovely, Tabor. =D
ReplyDeleteLove those "trumpeting spring!" blossoms. Their scent is definitely earthy but oh so delectable!
ReplyDeleteYou have inspired me. I'm going out for vase of daffodils:)
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