My daffodils are gorgeous.
Except the ones the snow ruined.
The days are longer so the hens lay more eggs.
A dozen a day most days.
Layers are the key to dressing.
Peeling as the day proceeds.
I’m trying not to miss the winter that didn’t come.
Nor pine for a summer gone too soon.
Instead be here and now.
In this Indiana air and light.
So much more than enough.