Bulbs bursting under morning dew and streams of light
Buttery yellow petals and soft white
Shimmering green blades for a ladybug’s thirsting delight
A little girl picks the flowers, giggling, her smile bright
Oh, Daffodils tell me Spring is coming, and new life will be born overnight
Everyone thinks I just adore hats, but the secret is I only wear hats that can be a Hatmit. What is a Hatmit, you say? It originally sat on my shelf branded for someone's grandpa to wear- I've been to
“Oh, dear,” my mother-in-law says in a concerned voice. She is reading County Down local news on her I-pad. “What is it?” I ask. “There was a man found dead in his house. They say that judging by the
