When I see daffodils popping up,
I often think of the planter who,
on a cold and desolate winter’s day,
buried the bulbs deep into the tough, muddy earth
with no expectation of quick gratification.
And I’m thankful for their vision and patience.
And for the courage it takes to try something
for which there may never be a return.
- Ange Disbury 2022 -
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