An Outdoor Spring Tradition That’s Fun for the Grands!

Outdoor Spring Tradition

Every spring we take the grandchildren to pick the daffodils that grow on the hillside of our farm. It’s fun , it’s outside and hands on and they are just so stinking cute!

Ode to Spring

By Andrew Elliot

Oh glory be to things that grow!
That burgeon, blossom, bud and blow
In Springtime’s light and airy breeze,
Which ruffles softly new sprung leaves.

What tongue there be to justly praise
The wonders wrought by Vernal days?
These beauties bright which turn, indeed,
Each frozen heart to flaming glede.

O Daffodil! O Daffodil!
That covers well each downy hill—
E’en Solomon was not arrayed
In splendour such as you displayed.

Ah! Lovely Tulip, what to you
Is all the wealth of Timbuktu?
What, then, the gain of dye from Tyre—
When Gladdons blaze with purple fire?

Thou Cowslip and thou Daisy fair—
Thou Foxglove, Rose, and Lily rare—
Much more is your surpassing worth
Than all the gems throughout the earth!

Consider well what ecstasy
Lies cloistered in each Peony—
That dormant wait until the hour
Their chains are loosed, then start to flow’r.

Oh Spring, indeed, thou teachest well
That man, though wise, knoweth not the spell
Which makes all things by beauty bound—
____That Mystery which none hath found.

There’s something special about watching my grandchildren play on the same farm my grandfather grew up on, then my mother and her brothers. What a blessing!

You are never too young for a selfie with your cousin! Aren’t they cute?

We had to stop by the pond to feed the fish. Not sure the fish got much of the food but the grands had fun throwing it.

Hope you had a glorious weekend and that you have an outdoor spring tradition, too. This is a blog hop. I do hope you will link up and leave a comment!