There is a Girl in these parts who distributes daffodils.
Ever vigilant, she spies the ready volunteers from the generous bed, picks them with great care, and finds thoughtful new homes for them.
Along the porch steps…
…at the edge of the sandbox…
…wherever they are most needed, really.
Sometimes they’re simply strewn about for good measure.
We are wealthy with yellow-petaled sunshine; our table is never without them.