I’ve been a patient at numerous Planned Parenthoods, in three different states, since I was a young woman. These days, I keep remembering a nurse practitioner I met in Bellingham’s Planned Parenthood. I had waited a long time. It was a very hot afternoon. Dust blew in through the open window. She apologized as she washed her hands and simply said it had been a busy day.
I was in my early twenties, had brought a book to read, and I didn’t care.
The staff at Planned Parenthood gave me information I needed when no one else did. This was information and advice that shaped my entire adult life. I was never turned away — even when I had nothing to offer as payment — never denigrated, never treated coldly. My oldest daughter is now the age I was that afternoon. In those young optimistic days, I believed inherently in progression. I didn’t see then that history repeats itself, turns back and bites the same wounds.
In this sunny, hopeful month of May — daffodils. Maybe I’ll think of this as a verb, not a noun: daffodilling.
11 thoughts on “Daffodils: Verb?”
A lovely verb for times such as these.
Who couldn’t use more of this lovely gold?
Daffodils are such bright rays of hope and sunshine.
My thoughts precisely!
I like that as a verb! So upbeat:)
I’m a huge fan of verb-ing….
Some things that repeat are good – such as daffodils 🌼 ! And phoebes returning each year to build their nest in the same spot.
Spring is the loveliest time of year — or at least the most magical, isn’t it?
I pause as I pass the daffodils in my Florida supermarket and enjoy their lovely scent. A few seconds of nostalgia for the years I lived up north! Spring flowers are so hopeful! We hope for better days! ❤