Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Self-Portrait #38

Daffodil. This has been my favorite flower since I was a little girl growing up in South Carolina. I remember being so excited to see them growing beneath the pecan trees as the temperature began to rise. They are the first flower you see in the spring and that's when you know that there is hope. The cold will soon be gone and we will soon be hot, sweaty, and happy. I remember picking them for my grandmother who was always touch but secretly wished that I had just left them in the ground where she had planted them. My little hands just couldn't resist the first hint of spring color, it's all I can do to resist picking them to this day.

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