…but I’m not sure if Seattle got the memo. Maybe it’s been blown away by the gales of 40mph winds? I would like to wear a kelly green dress and carry a gigantic bouquet of flowers like my watercolor illustration, if weather will permit some day.
Yesterday, I had to run some errands in downtown and a little boy about the age of three or four came up to me and handed me a daffodil. A creamy white one with a lemon yellow center. A celebration of the first day of spring. I’d forgotten about this annual tradition.
When I got back home, I snipped some flowers from our yard and added them to the white daffodil.
It may not feel like spring, but at least it looks like it. And that, I admit, is not so bad.