“She wore her yellow sun-bonnet…”

daffies

 

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
“Winter is dead.”

‘Daffodowndilly’ by A A Milne

 

2 thoughts on ““She wore her yellow sun-bonnet…”

  1. Hi James. I’m writing you from Calistoga..end of the napa valley ca where everything grows. But it’s daffodils I love above all else! It’s finally raining here. Wisteria and white banksia roses are blooming.apple trees. . tulips..jpanese peonies..scilla..ceonothus..and the very last of the daffodils. I happened on your blog via wanderlust by rebecca solnit..to the travels of Celia fiennes to deb at got soil..to your blog. Our daughter lives in barcelona and I just got home from visiting. We went north and saw ‘dollhouse’ daffodils in potes in the Pecos de Europa with an english naturalist . It’s like landing in fairy tale there. Am enjoying yr blog and poems..art and recipes …and missing spain. Thank you! I make ceramic sculpture and Kate is a poet. I will forward your blog to her
    Best wishes for glorious spring days
    Bean

    • It’s funny how we stumble upon things sometimes, isn’t it? Deb @gotsoil is a friend of mine and she also loves Celia Fiennes. I am eager to do more exploring of the wildflowers in Spain as I continue to live here and will keep your information in mind. We love artists her so please, feel free to let us know if you have a website to view your work. Thanks for your kind words and a happy spring to you too. – James

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s