Variegated Daphne in my backyard. When I smell it, I swoon with delight.
It seems I have plenty of company in my corner of bloggoland who feel the first day of spring out to be marked on the calendar right about now, halfway between the darkest night of winter and the equinox of spring.* In any event plants all over my yard are yelling in their quiet plant voices, "SPRING IS HERE!!! SPRING IS HERE!!!"
Here's what my Daphne told me to tell you:
"Plants are smart, I know they've heard
When humans talk, we talk in words.
English, Spanish, French and Dutch
Russian, Finnish—we talk too much.
Words that cross the oceans wide,
Words that anger and divide.
So when plants have something they just must tell us,
They won't say much, just "Look, you—Smell us!"
*With apologies to my Austral readers, asking their forgiveness of this Northern Hemispheric audacity.