The jonquils have followed me all my life. First they were decorations on birthday cakes. Then as a teenager in the role of Amanda in The Glass Menagerie where her great speech is how her arms were full of jonquills and life held such promise when she was desired by many and had not yet been abandoned by the man she chose.
In college they were on the corsage at my waist as a gift from my future husband. Then there were the grubby fingered bouquets from my son who picked them from a neighbor's yard simply because he knew they were "mommy's flowers", and finally to my joy every year when I see the first yellow of spring.
So there they are. My Jonquils. Perfectly yellow. Perfectly Spring. Perfectly Me.