"Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." ~W.B. Yeats
"Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure, nor this thing, nor that, but simply growth. We are happiest when we are growing." ~Yeats
When I think of this time of the year I think of daffodils and Yeats. I simply feel green and good covering any of the bits of brown winter laid down in my heart. I row out to Innisfree, trailing my fingers in the icy waters, washing away, so much. I feel more alive this Spring than I have in ever so long. I love watching how beautiful people can be and how much I grow knowing them. The young, and troubled, the old, the vulnerable, the strong-strided, the sleepless, all show me so much. There is a lovely way about Spring.
"I have believed the best of every man, and find to believe is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swings his lantern higher." ~YeatsI look forward to my pink hollyhock from the photo above, but, right now, I think I will embrace my love of daffodils and tulips, such happy sights are they. Ahh... I will dream of places with fields of them, all the marvelous places of Ireland and Holland and that immortal breath of Spring rejoicing. Happy Spring and may love grow and dance on your finger tips so all those you touch feel a dusting of that love. Daffodil dustings, that is what dreams are made of.