Daffodils on St David's Day

As winter prepares to depart,
Yellow trumpets declare a fresh start.
Their announcement is seen,
More than heard, on the green,
When each daffodil opens its heart.

poem © Celia Warren 2011

(first published on www.oedilf.com)

There's a bit of poetic licence here, as these daffodils are in my garden, not on the village green. They started opening while we were away over the weekend, and were bowing their welcome on our return.

Today began with great excitement when my sister and I spotted a nuthatch, head down, nibbling away at the nuts in our garden. It's the very first either of us has ever seen. Am thrilled to bits! No picture, unfortunately, except the one in my head: that's good enough for me for now.

Happy St David's Day, everyone.