Face Down in the Dirt

Licking the dirt?  Looking for worms?

I was certain they were dead.  Or maybe they were spent, finished, withered.  In the early, frosty morning, most of the Daffodils appeared to be looking for worms. I soothed my soul by remembering that they'd been in bloom a long time; that they could choose when enough was enough; that it's was okay for they to be done blooming.

Warm enough to stand up straight again

Nobody in this new land told me that Daffies play 'possom when they are really cold, but when the time (temperature) is right, they are dandy all over again.