Like a little burst of sunshine from the muddy earth, the jonquil is a happy sign of spring. Though these are cut flowers from Europe (as many spring bulbs are in the Northeast this early in the season) it still holds the same excitement as those just breaking through the ground outside.
At this point, I’m desperate for all the sun I can get – and if it happens to be in the form of a daffodil, that’s quite all right. It may be even better, as there’s the sweet accompaniment of perfume to go with this kind of sunshine. There are a number of fragrances that attempt to capture the elusive and varied scent of narcissus, but I’ve not found one that accurately conveys it. Some bits of beauty aren’t meant to be bottled, and I’m profoundly tickled that this is one of them. There is a time and a place for the jonquil, and it is because of this small window that we value them all the more.
It is a reminder to celebrate the moment, to live in the here and now, to be fully present and aware of the lush life around us.
All right, enough nonsense. This isn’t the fucking Oprah Winfrey network.
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