It’s a dreary day in Western Washington. Rain, showers, drizzle, squall, cats, dogs — call it what you want. It’s drab. I’m farm sitting for a friend, and took a morning stroll with the dogs around her property. Everywhere I looked, dashes of color — yellow daffodils, claiming their ground. Some are alone. Others have buddies. They are staring at the ground and fighting through fences. Some are waiting for friends to show up. Others, for the weight of the world to lift.
For all my friends who are struggling right now, I offer you these daffodils, symbols of rebirth and new beginnings. You are brilliant and resilient. Claim your ground. Beauty takes root in the most humble places.
