Adapted from this post on April 4, 2014.
One of the things I did while I was out on Sunday was stop by a little park in my neighborhood and take some pictures of the daffodils. I’ll probably go back again over the next few weeks to see if I can catch it when everything is in bloom. You see, just about exactly two years ago on the day I signed the lease on my current apartment, I was a little early walking over to meet the broker. I looked for somewhere to sit for a few minutes, and found this little park in full bloom on a gorgeous April Saturday. The giddiness of having found such a great apartment MIGHT be rosily tinting the memory for me a little bit, but in my mind that small garden was covered in all kinds of flowers. I hope I don’t miss it, like I did last year, but if I do — well, the daffodils were lovely on Sunday.
