Every day, a photograph, a poem.
Gabbing away as we do on our walk, Scott and I both stopped, amazed at the tiny little daffodils we had never seen before–ever. The miniatures are enchanting delights that must be places where fairies abide. Surely they dance here in the sunlight when no one is near, dancing to the melody of yellow softly whispering as the little blossoms open slowly to the sun.
daffodils of fairy faire:
enchanting delight!Sheri Edwards
Poetry / Photography
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart