Within its creaking plot turns (lost princess reappears disguised as shepherdess!) and off-stage theatrics (man eaten by bear!), The Winter's Tale contains, as always with Shakespeare, dazzling verbal flashes, one of which is Perdita's description, in Act IV, of Proserpina's spring flowers: lilies, primroses, violets—and daffodils. The daffodils prove surprisingly brave, to "come before the swallow dares," and amazingly powerful, to "take the winds of March with beauty." Of all the flowers in the bouquet, it is the bold daffodils I fell in love with, and their lines in Perdita's speech are the sole text of my theater-like tunnel book, Perdita Speaks. However, the daffodils need the winds of March to manifest the power of their beauty, and here my little theater needs the collaboration of its audience, its readers. Please, dear readers, blow gently into the little theater: I trust your breath will give sparkle to Shakespeare's imagery.