While I would not infuse my own home with quite so much color or so many things, I like her style and especially enjoyed the memories it brought back to me. It also inspired me to stack my books the way I most like them.
So, it is Aprille! Anyone other than me old enough to have learned Beowulf? Freshman lit in college, I think.
"Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote.."
It's for sure March did some 'percing' but now that capricious month of lions and lambs is gone and we have sunshine and daffodils. For some reason, where I live, March has become a more likely to be wet month than April which belies the old April showers idea.
Then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils.
Around the mountains we see clumps of daffodils in what might seem to be strange places. Most of the time, if one looks around a bit, there are indications there was once a house, a barn or even a fence row where someone planted them and waited for spring to see their nodding heads of sunshine. I like to think a bit about that person and how life was for them. Just a tiny little homage to their having brightened my world too.