While walking around the yard, I saw these tiny little daffodils. It was as if they were saying hope. I have always thought of a daffodil bulb as hope. Well, a bulb that looks like an onion, planted into the ground in the fall or winter, and when the ground warms up, they bloom. These tiny little beauties cover part of a garden right in front of the art house. That is what I call this small building because it is filled with various and sundry art stuff. An angel folk art sculpture and shelves with art supplies so that the studio is not such a jumble. To the left of the daffodils is one crocus. To the right are lots of iris and daylilies. They are just now breaking ground. Hope, the sun shines, and the daffodils dare to bloom.