My last few posts, while culinarily worthy, have been photographically bland. I mean, chicken stock? Clam chowder? There's not a lot of zing in that.
I thought maybe you'd like some zing.
Despite the fact that you can't eat them, I love daffodils. This is my yard.
There's no way I can capture the exuberance, the scent, the joy of daffodils, but I tried.
These clumps of flowers, all facing the sunshine, remind me of young girls at a party. I think if you listen closely, you can hear them giggle.
This little guy is no bigger than a quarter. He's called 'Minnow."
Get out and enjoy the spring you have!
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