2:30 p.m. Wednesday
There is much joy in January daffodils: the fact that people made it their business to grow them at this time of year; that we were lined up in the local flower shop to purchase them; that the woman in the flower shop said, yes, they were grown "within a hundred miles"; that the cost was $2.99; that they were furled in mirrored anticipation; that, many Januarys ago, they inspired this poem….
Morning welcome on my table haiku
Spears tipped by yellow
Trumpet open. I greet each,
My lips daffodil'd.
(from Simply Haiku….)
8 a.m. Thursday