Daffodils blooming! They really came out yesterday

[Walleye]

[MiHale]

1. Sproing! Love how things appear overnight to greet you in the morning.

[lark]

2. Daffadils are such cheery flowers.

Congrats on getting them so well established!

[KS Toronado]

3. Don't you have snow headed your way/

[Walleye]

4. I hope not, but it's been crazy this year

[True Blue American]

5. My daffodils shot up 4 inches over the weekend

No blooms yet. 75 here today. Love it .

[Siwsan]

6. I'm on bloom watch.

I have one that looks like it will open, today and a few more that not far behind. The Grape Hyacinth has started blooming.

It's going to be 70, today (Flint, MI) so I'm going to start pruning the Trumpet Vine. Yard waste collection doesn't start until April so I don't want to get too far ahead but I have room to store a few bags of debris.

[surfered]

7. William Wordsworth

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

[Walleye]

8. "Blossom by blossom" This is one of my favorites by Swinburne. I always think of it when the crocuses come out

For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

[reACTIONary]

9. Mine are popping up also! (np)

(np) = no poem.