April 20/ 7 PM
Keynote Address
1st Annual Writing Conference: Brave New Words
Pendle Hill
Wallingford, PA
May 6 - May 11
Currents 2018
Five-Day Juncture Memoir Workshop
Frenchtown, PA
June 3/2:45 PM
The Big YA Workshop
2018 Rutgers-New Brunswick Writers' Conference
300 Atrium Drive
Somerset, NJ
June 5/7:00 PM
Launch of WILD BLUES
Wayne, PA
June 10/9:30 AM
The Personal Essay Workshop
Philadelphia Writers Conference 2018
Sheraton Hotel
Philadelphia, PA
September 28/9:30 AM
One-day Juncture Memoir Workshop
Chanticleer Garden
Wayne, PA
Hundreds of them now, along the back wall, where I tucked in the bulbs four years ago. It is the season of vigilance. Color won't wait.
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12 comments:
Daffodils always remind me of the season I moved to NY, 20 years ago. I don't think I had any awareness of them before I started seeing them in buckets in front of every bodega in the Village. I have loved them ever since. My husband planted some bulbs for me in the front yard two years ago. They are just about to open their paper-thin petals. Happy spring!
oh beth, how beautiful- has it taken four years ? wow- what an explosion of yellow there must be !
how pretty!
Kristen, I find the discovery of flowers in the city thrilling, always. Lisa—each year there have been flowers. This year there are hundreds. Enough for my husband (for whom I planted them, as he walks past this bed to his studio each day) to have finally noticed.
Thanks, Emily Ruth.
Oh yes! It's still pretty brown here, but soon.
Oh, this is so lovely.
I love seeing all the flowers bloom in spring! We have lots of cherry blossoms in Washington now.
Daffodils!
We're still in the "buying daffodils at the grocery" mode here in Idaho. Our new green shoots have been covered with a fresh layer of white this weekend. But a vase of daffodils sit smiling at me across the room. Hope :)
So pretty. I love daffodils. :)
Vigilance. Ooh, I like that.
Bright yellow, bursting vigilance.
Happy spring!
XO
A.
Daffodils are the most marvelous things. If I didn't think she'd kill me, I'd name a daughter Daffodil. Maybe if I were famous.
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