Of blossoms and poetry

After I had my heavenly coffee, I strolled around my backyard to parry my pensive mood. As I walked, I caught whiffs of the morning fresh air which had an edge of warmth, indicating that Spring was just around the corner. I do love winter which has a charm of its own, but Spring is here! The days of snow-removal, snow angels, snow man-making are over and the onset of warm seasons has begun. With a heavy sigh, I bid adieu to Winter, and welcomed the season that is filled with brightness and cheer in its own sweet way. My heart was filled with joy when I saw daffodils in my very own backyard, the first flowers of Spring, with their brilliant yellow hues, putting on their showy display. I personally like these flowers for two reasons. One being, these flowers to me are a symbol of optimism and hope, in the sense that they promisingly come out burgeoning out of the cold wintry soil every year, enduring heavy snow and blizzards along the way to become the harbingers of Spring. With their bright, cheerful disposition, they are sure to put a smile on everyone's face. Another reason being, my dear Appa, who always quotes William Wordsworth's "Daffodils". A line in this poem says, "Tossing their heads in sprightly dance." My Appa, with a flair for poetry appreciation, will sing the sing-song tune of the poem, with a small dance in his step in tune for that poem, would truly appreciate this literary flower, and so will I. So, here I am welcoming Spring, another season that I truly adore.