A little yellow cup, a little yellow frill, a little yellow star, and that’s a daffodil.
Surrounded by the brown, bleak world of winter, the very first smidgen of color finally graced our farm. A bright, sunny yellow surrounded by a few shoots of green. Tiny in comparison to the fields of gray, but size doesn’t matter. A little yellow cup …a little yellow buttercup. And I’m so thankful they’re here.
I always teach the poem above to my students, but I have never called these bright flowers daffodils. They have always been buttercups to me. Maybe it’s a southern thing. I’m blessed to live on an old farm that has a lot of these beauties. The smaller, wild variety line my driveway, and the yard is full of a mixture of hand-planted bulbs. There are White Lions and Butter and Eggs, Twin Sisters and Birthday Girls. They are all gorgeous and such a joyful surprise each spring. Don’t you love their nicknames?
After a long, cold winter, I sure am glad to see their shining faces!
A little warmth for your day: A sweet girl came up to me with the United States map. She said, “Mrs. Rackley…show me where Afree-gani-a-stan is on here. My friend’s daddy is there.” I told her we needed a globe for that one. Only six-year olds can sound so cute saying Afghanistan.
And this was a paper turned in by a student today. They had spelling sentences for homework last night. Check out number 3.
As winter squeezes us with its last fierce hugs, I hope you all find color and warmth in the world around you. Hang on tightly, spring is on its way!