Daffodils in the Carolina Sandhills

I suppose we all determine the start of spring in different ways. For some, it’s the milder weather, and for others, it’s singing robins. To me, it’s the blooming daffodil.

Every year I catch myself peeping into people’s yards looking for happy blooms trumpeting the arrival of spring. I spotted one today and breathed out a sigh of relief: winter is over.

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