In my kitchen, in a chunky vase made of glass that glows a soft blue, the daffodils have bloomed. Fresh from the shop on Saturday – the one that’s not much more than a doorway from which spills a multi-coloured cascade of flowers – the slim stalks of green were then promises of daffodils. Soon a scrap of yellow could be seen as a single flower began to open. Stem by stem, the pale green leaves swelled, slowly revealing the rich yellow previously hidden. Layers of petals followed, opening outwards until the daffodil heads took recognisable shape, trumpets set in rings of petals. Like the sun, this bursting bouquet lit up the room.
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