Monday, March 7, 2016

Broken daffodils bring joy and memory

Saturday as I walked in the park, I was shocked and saddened at the sight of these beheaded blooms.

Deviating from my path, I picked up the sheared blossoms, carried them home and put them in water.

What joy when the deep yellow one floating in the bowl sent out a waft of daffodil fragrance, evoking in an instant the innocent and balmy spring of my first year at UBC.

No comments:

Post a Comment