When I was a little girl. . . .around this time every year. . .my Grandmother Magers received a huge box of baby chicks in the mail. . .all yellow and fluffy. . . .
The weather was still too cold for the babies to be outdoors, so Grandmother fixed a place for them in the heating room--where the huge old furnace was located. . . .It kept them warm and happy. . . .
The minute I opened the back door, I'd know she'd gotten a shipment of chicks. . . .
Cheep, Cheep, Cheep. . . .They were never quiet. . . .I was just as relentless with my begging to play with them. . . .
I remember. . . .
Yellow chicks and yellow daffodils. . . .
Grandmother's yard was filled with hundreds of those bright yellow "teacups"--my childhood word for daffodils. . . .They were scattered everywhere. . . .in garden beds. . . .under trees. . . .along fence lines. . . . Many of the same bulbs that now bring rays of sunshine to our farm. . . .They're the first sign that Spring has arrived once more. . . .telling us that Winter is over. . . .
There's still a chill in the air. . . .but that doesn't fool a Farmer's Daughter.
The sun is shining brighter each day--warming our rich Delta soil. . . .We've seen baby rabbits in our garden and birds building nests in cubbyholes. . . .Daffodils are blooming. . . .Trees are budding. . . .Shoots of green are beginning to pierce the ground all around.
After a long winter's nap, Spring is waking up and stretching in the sun. . . .
The calendar says it's seven more days til Spring. . . .
but with yellow chicks and yellow daffodils
bringing sunshine to my kitchen,
TODAY I say. . .
I missed you. . .
. . .from my farmhouse to yours. . .