March blew in
with a blizzard of daffodils.
I love this month!
The humidity still isn’t heavy,
the bugs still aren’t vicious,
yet the warm sun
coaxes green grass
and my freckles
And even though early Spring
smells like Ben Gay
and Icy Hot patches
at my house, I lift my heart to toast the month of March
~puffy pussy willow branches
~bouquets of pretty boxes of kleenex
for plenty of nose-blowing,
~ bubbles that I crave this time of year.
like cranberry ginger ale
and Mike’s hard lemonade
(as long as it’s pomegranate)
~cold bare feet on new grass
during late night visits outside with the dogs
under starry March skies.
~car windows rolled down,
even if I have to crank the heat
~rock hard peaches, plums and nectarines
piled up pretty at the grocery store;
that stone fruits will soon begin
forming on the blossom-heavy trees
in the local orchards.
~sweet smelling grass stains on knees
and my growing-stronger-every-day man,
~seeing pruning cuts in my sleep;
I begin to dream in “prune”.
(soon I’ll dream in “plant”)
~inside, reds and browns are put away until Fall;
out come the aquamarines and greens.
~birthday love and cupcakes piled high with sweet white icing
and freshly plucked pansy faces,
~my kite in the car
and ready for flight
when the wind is just right,
Always the daffodils.
A merry March to everyone!!!
Glorious words, glorious daffodils.
to find march's sweetness even in a tissue box .. i love this .. and the coolness on the barefoot grass .. i feel that too.. you are filled with spring poetry .. yellow and waving in the breeze…
My father always brought my mother a batch of daffodils when they first appeared …
They are sunshine to behold.
a very wise woman i know,
told me daffodils
sing praises to God
(she heard their choir once)…
& oh, i am thirsty as i type
& your beverage you reference
sounds so refreshing!
the wind is always just right HERE,
my dear. xoxx
loving the freckles and the kite…..*really* love the kite idea……think I'll adopt that one, Jen…..
You're the best,
Liz : )
daffodils are so cheerful, arent they? i love their buttery yellowness.
Yes, Yes, Yes, the daffodils are our sign Spring is at the door……I am so ready…….
Your post today make me smile and have lots of hope……thank you my dear sweet friend…….You are a jewel…..
Thank you so much for your comment about my friend's son….It was a beautiful prayer and I sent it to her…..
there is nothing like watching Spring unfold. each day brings something else alive it seems. my hydrangeas even have leaves popping out.
we had a few glorious days…it's cold again…but that's how Georgia rolls.
your beautiful cards arrived on Saturday. I came in from teaching the journaling workshop, ready for a nap…but not until I opened a package full of beauty from you.
I am torn between spreading the joy by sending them out or keeping them all to myself!! 🙂
I'm with you. There is nothing like the coming of spring. Oh, how I love your list.
Lovely words, lovely images. Happy March! Hugs!
Oh! Happy Daffodil Days to you, Jennifer! I can enjoy spring vicariously through you, yippee!
You reveal the heart of a true gardener if you dream of pruning in your sleep. The art is integral to beauty and vitality.
Thanks Jennifer for leaving a comment on my blog. My calf is doing well today and I managed to disarm my cold although I still have a bit of a runny nose.
I love your ways with words.
The promises of March gladdens my heart, while snow still reins supreme.
My eyes are searching for green patches and blossoms yet to come.
While fluffy clouds gives way to sunshine and blue skies, soon, very soon, birds will returns to their nesting place.
My gardens once again will be my delight. JB