My drive home from work, takes me by quiet pastures and large expanses of fields.  Parts of the trek is wooded and there is a little bridge with a curve just beyond it.  It is a favorite part of the journey for me.  A bit further, along the way is an empty lot, of sorts.  It is tended, but I have never seen any evidence of any one there.  The  entire territory is covered in daffodils.  It is a lovely sight, when they bloom and I look forward to it every spring.  Today, in dappled shade and tender grasses, the daffodils made their presence known.  The flowers do not grow in any sort of uniformity, but are scattered about in small clusters as if they planted themselves as they saw fit.  This gives the lot a “wild look”-and I like that.

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