A Fistful of Daffodils

It was cold and damp here today, and like many Mondays, I trudged into the grocery store to do the shopping.

Mondays are odd days at the grocery store. Much shelf-stocking is done -- and today the post-Superbowl Sunday snack displays were still fully stocked.

But it was while I meandered through the produce aisle that I got an unexpected surprise: a woman of a certain age in a blue nubby tweed overcoat ambled by bearing a fistful of daffodils. Just in her hand -- no bag, no plant tote.

Made me smile and realize that although Punxatawny Phil insists there will be six more weeks of the cold stuff, the bulbs know better.