Daffodil

As I sit at my computer, immensely pleased with myself for having finished making myself a philosophy study sheet and reading two chapters for Bible (avec note-taking) in about two hours, I am confronted with a third source of joy: a beautiful daffodil.

My medeival friend was at work yesterday, and commented on the beautiful daffodils in someone's vase. She was given two. I was at supper yesterday and commented on the beautiful daffodils in her paper towel. I was given one. So it sits, strangely out of place in my plastic Welcome Week cup, on a plastic bag to keep from leaving water on the desk, a delicate yet bold expression of spring.

Daffodils are my favorite flowers.