I like so much how Deborah Diesen begins this book with this evocative sentence:
Do you remember when we planted those flower bulbs together?
In the spirit of "Once upon a time," only made relevant to human childhood and learning. Also, this is a shout-out to the imaginations of the child and the reader who are opening up this book together.
Personally, I never saw a daffodil until the spring of my first year of college. (Brandeis University had the most magnificent sweeps of daffodils; I hope that's still true.)
MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE STORY
Such a discreetly poetic narrative this turns out to be. For instance, "We held clumps of dirt in our palms and mashed them up, just to feel the rhythm of the bumpy soil in our hands.
Synesthesia at its finest! Italics are mine. Incidentally, I published an entire book all about synesthesia. (Sure, I'll mention that in a COMMENT below, in case any of you are curious.)
THEN COMES A QUESTION THAT JUST MIGHT BE THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS STORYBOOK
Not that I'll quote it and do a spoiler, no no!
Goodreaders, just pause when you get to the paired illustrations of grownup, gray, garden boots and the adorb little red sneakers, one with untied shoelaces.
SUCH A CELEBRATION OF LIFE
How moved I am by this gently profound storybook, and the little girl-sweet illustrations!