Buy props used in MaryJane’s books and magazine!
5% of profits will benefit www.firstbook.org, a non-profit that provides new books to children from low-income families throughout the U.S. and Canada.
Here’s how:
MaryJane will post a photo and a description of a prop and its cost along with a few details as to its condition here: https://shop.maryjanesfarm.org/MaryJanesCurations. It’s a playful way to be the new owner of a little bit of farm herstory.
They are here!! Just in time for Easter weekend too. Remember that old Nat King Cole song “If I had to choose just one day?” One of the first lines was “Lots of daffodils, were showing off their frills….” That was one of my very favorite songs ever and I remember stopping whatever I was doing when it played on the radio so I could hear every word. Daffodils are so special!
Nat King Cole was my mother’s fav, but that song slipped by me. Awesome to know about Cole… showing off their frills indeed!
Anyone with gray skies today could use a double dose of daffodils today. Since Easter is early some of the spring flowers haven’t had a chance to come up. Especially with the goofy weather. thanks for the picture.
Living in the Puget Sound area of Washington, we are blessed to have an abundance of daffodills. They have always been a special part of spring for me, especially the daffodil parade that happens the 1st of April. Unfortunately, many of the fields are being sold and paved over for ‘progress’. Such a sadness for all of in for this area of the world. I do plant bulbs in my yard, and have these lovely sunny flowers all around! Thank you for your lovely picture!
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and don’t forget by William Wordsworth:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
in such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
and for you winnie:
here is Nat king Cole singing that song: “That Sunday, That Summer” that you remember
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAuPoFRugsM