The One Enduring Sign of Spring

I have lived in Kentucky most of my life.  And this little flower always rears his head to announce spring.  In some years he gets it nipped by some freezing weather and in some years he rises to the warmth of spring declaring the end of winter with his yellow glory.

Behold the daffodil.  As a kid we called them "easter flowers" because they usually bloom around easter.

Yes.  I'm lying on the ground in my neighbor's front yard to get this shot.  They are used to my bizarre behavior. (The neighbors not the daffodils.)

O My! What loveliness!

And here is his neighbor in the next patch sporting a bi color bloom.

I love them all.

These flowers are in bloom all over the place.  I can remember as a kid seeing abandoned houses in the 70's when people were building their "dream homes" and moving away from farming and  these flowers were a reminder of the families that had left.  They stubbornly came up to the herald the spring.  Now you see them along the roadside where new roads were built and these little guys find a way to peek out.  They endure.  Like the seasons they always return.

This one is my favorite.  The simple traditional yellow daffodil.  He made my day.

Welcome Spring!  It has been a long cold and hard winter for me.  I needed your arrival.