My almost eight year old guy started laughing to himself the other day. I listened for a while to that pure sweetness and then asked him. What, what is so funny. All he said was “daffodilently”. Daffodilently. And, what I definitely know is life, life grows mysteriously magically lovely where we, we are. (Just as we are.) Where we tend to the soft earth of our souls and allow love, love to root and sprout and become all, all it seeks. All it daringly, gracefully desires. Daffodilently so.