tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484915268092812945.post7437223509962308768..comments2023-10-22T14:27:21.241+01:00Comments on From the Desk of Bee Drunken: Daffodils; or, a defence of the countrysideBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02375981493145612394noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484915268092812945.post-34384024581434622722009-10-15T22:06:36.370+01:002009-10-15T22:06:36.370+01:00Bee,
I found your blog a month ago. I can't ev...Bee,<br />I found your blog a month ago. I can't even remember how many paths or which paths lead me to your desk. But I'm amazed at the way you put your words and images to tell us a little about your life.<br />Being a Brazilian who has lived in England once (from 1991 to 1995), I am quite apart from your experience in the British Isles. But what I do know is that the gray color can turn me into a horrible person... But - heya! the Daffodils are truly the most beautiful thing that can happen after so many months of cold and colorless life. <br />I also remember that before the daffodils came a small, wild, crop. White petals and yellow centre. My son, who arrived in England when he was 8 months old, usually went crazy about those little bright specks in the grass. Sorry if my words or sintax don't sound proprer English. It has been a long time since then...Cláudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14210701864800583846noreply@blogger.com