About 10 years ago this spring, while taking the roundabout way home from work, I came across this daffodil stand. This time of year the stand is almost always full and it is operated completely on the honor system. In fact, I’ve never actually seen a living soul around when I’ve stopped.
There must be someone who cuts and bundles the flowers, though. The stand sits beside a lovely old house with a huge field of nothing but daffodils. There are all yellow ones, yellow and white ones, yellow and orange ones, orange and white ones . . . hundreds and hundreds of daffodils.
A bouquet is $3 and on Tuesday I stopped and bought myself a bunch. It’s an inexpensive way to brighten my day.
And my windowsill.