
Why I Love to Press Daffodils
This is a slightly revised version of a previously popular blog. Enjoy! She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead." -from Daffodowndilly by A. A. Milne It's been a long winter here in southern Vermont with plenty of snow still on the ground. I am craving spring more than most other years. This morning, amid the piles of snow I went looking for signs of daffodils; even the tiniest shoot would have given me hope that