Floriography, by Gina Margolies — Daffodil

We’re almost there! That sentence expresses how I feel every year, right about this time. March is a gateway to the glories of spring. Sure it can be cold and windy in March. In New York City, we can see snow. But we also see glimmerings, beckonings, whispering beautiful words. Spring is just around the corner. As I write this post, the official start of spring is two days away. But the whisperings started a few weeks ago, on those days when it was cold with moments when it wasn’t. Walking into a sunny spot and feeling the rays on...

March's Birthday Blossom is the sunny daffodil, symbol of Spring, rebirth, and new beginnings. Our favorite fun fact about daffodils:  In Sardinia, honey made from bees who have fed on daffodils is prized for its delicate taste.

I wandered lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills, When all at once I saw a crowd A host of dancing Daffodils; Along the Lake, beneath the trees, Ten thousand dancing in the breeze. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay In such a laughing company: I gaz’d - and gaz’d - but little thought What wealth the whew to me had brought: For oft when on my could I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward...