She wore her yellow sun bonnet
She wore her greenest gown
She turned to the south wind
And curtiest up and down
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head
And whispered to her neighbour
"Winter is dead"

A.A Milne
Drawing Walter Crane.


Poopsie aka Blue said...

How I long to see the dancing daffodils.


Rosie said...

I remember that little poem from childhood - how lovely - thankyou:)

Fern said...

Oh Duchess this brings back memories, I loved this as a child, it is lovely to read it again.

GrandmaK said...

Really very beautiful! You know, i was reminded when reading this that one of my children, I know no who now, when very young called them "dafferlilies." And they do have a wonderful fragrance. Cathy

Aunt Amelia's Attic said...

Oh but your Spring is so much farther along, than mine.

But I am happy for you!

Enjoy... Enjoy... Enjoy...

Aunt Amelia
"The fragrance always remains in the hand that gives the rose."

Gillian L. said...

Daffodils are one of my favourite flowers. They make me think of Spring, Easter and those fresh Spring gardens....lovely post!