The wonderful bit of writing that follows was left as a comment in my recent #rawrlove post by my aunt Helen.
A read it and re-read it and then asked for permission to give it the entire post it deserves.
May 2, 2014
The rain keeps coming; the ground is cold and muddy, the air still cold.
I am dreaming daffodils
Digging in the ditch, dreaming a parade of dancing yellow daffodils,
I see them spreading their happy sunshine from our driveway to the corner two-thirds a mile on down the road
Contentedly I pried bunches of bulbs off the crowded clumps in my garden
The shovel made a wet, squishy, slurp as a section of bulbs tore with a crunch from the other bulbs
Water rushed into the hole
I was soon muddy, my red wheelbarrow soon full; the heavy, wet dirt on the clumps of bulbs made them stand upright in my wheelbarrow, like punching dummies with weighted bottoms
Each day the bright new leaves of the daffodils have been taller, my wheelbarrow loads greener and greener
Each day I have a longer trip down the road to ground yet undecorated by daffodils
A neighbor on a tractor tows his manure spreader to a field down around the corner; he raises an arm in a wide friendly wave
Does he wonder what I could possibly be doing, day after day, here in this wet, weedy ditch, with my shovel?
Digging in the ditch, dreaming a parade of dazzling, dancing daffodils
Thank you Helen, until Jenny and I manage to convince you to start your own blog you are welcome to post on mine anytime!
Behind the Willows 
What a lovely variety!
Thanks, I was excited to have so many different kinds pop up at the new house this spring. But like my aunt, I think we need more! 🙂
It is kind of you to post my writing, Jessie. Thanks. Come and visit and get a carload of daffodil bulbs.
Hey! You are doing something worthwhile. What a pretty place you will have – well, it is already pretty. But it will get prettier.
Her place is gorgeous, check out the link Jenny left below to a photo of her garden in bloom!
I can picture the final parade of dazzling, dancing daffodils. Beautiful writing!
It’s great isn’t it- much to good to be “just” a comment! 🙂
Thanks, Margie. I have the picture of my dream bouncing around my head, and I realize it’s that picture and the process that gives me pleasure. Should the township decide to widen the road and dig out the daffodils as they did their job, it wouldn’t take away the pleasure I have experienced.
Helen’s ditches are beautiful, but her yard is breathtaking! https://scontent-b-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-frc3/t31.0-8/p180x540/10258903_10201985307102176_6450046486052254822_o.jpg
Thanks for leaving a link to her garden!
Thanks, Jenny!
Beautiful!
Are you keeping your daffodils from running down the ditch by tying them to trees? 😉
No, that was Clara’s handy work, perhaps she thought even the flowers should play on her rope swing? I just liked the different textures together!
I agree with Jenny and Jessie. You should have a blog, Helen. 🙂