I found some daffodils. They looked good, quite obviously freshly picked that day or maybe the day before. I bent down to smell them and they just...made me happy. Made me think of sunlight and spring. I do wonder about this sudden nostalia toward spring. Autumn has always been my favorite season. And up until today (snow, snow, snow), we've had sunny, clear weather for a few weeks.
But when I saw those daffodils yesterday, so bright and cheerful and delicate, and smelled them, they just made me all reminisce-y. Every time I see them, I'm reminded again why they're my favorite flower.