The season of daffodils is upon us when the hills return to emerald green and yellow flowers decorate them like gold buttons on a windy coat.
Every year when I was a little girl my grandmother brought me a bouquet of her very first spring flowers. It always had daffodils and hyacinth and maybe a crocus or two. These flowers in my basket today are the very same flowers she planted long years before I was born and gifted me with blossoms from them all the years that she was here with me.
Now my mother and I take my daughters out to the hillside each spring to pick a bouquet of these first bright fragrant blossoms. We who knew her think of her and tell my children good memories of her while we make good memories of our own.
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