The daffodils in our neighborhood have all popped up to say hello and they are stunning. I would love to find a field full of their pert, yellow heads, nodding at the sun as it rises and sets, for mine, here, come in twos and threes: small families. A community of daffies, like sunflowers, lift my spirit heavenward. I propose this is a gene, like that of the blue eye, or the wayward ear. My mother donated to my mind, the daffodil gene.
Like the earth, with each spring I long for a completely new wardrobe...it seems all I want to do is shop, shop, shop. It's a terrible curse! I think in part it comes from my safe color go-to of grey...when the clouds pull back and the blue stretches out above me I long for sunkissed hues...
Pink (more than I already have)
Yellow
Lime Green
Turquoise
Lavender
And so, to appease me until I muster up the courage to buy something new, I'm gong to trim my mangy mop of hair. Spring is a time for new beginnings.
"And I will give them one heart, and I will put a new spirit within you; and I will take the stony heart out of their flesh, and will give them an heart of flesh: That they may walk in my statutes, and keep mine ordinances, and do them: and they shall be my people, and I will be their God." ~ Ezekiel 11: 19 & 20
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