It's my day off, and the sky is an expanse of deep blue. Mmm mmm good. There's been this strange cold virus out and about - it nips your heels for a week or two, and then when you're not looking, it sucker punches you. Then, a few days later, when you're all "I'm on the mend, yay!" it kneecaps you. So the running has been a bit erratic lately. But today, I finally got a solid run in. I NEED to get a couple of half marathons on the schedule for this summer. Or...this fall, at the rate I'm going.
I wasn't going to photograph the daffodils today - "it's just daffodils" - if you ever find yourself saying shit like that? "just daffodils"? You need your head examined.
On the way to greeting the daffodils, I realized the playtex tampon applicator flowers were in full bloom.
They're actually a heath.
I was heading out toward the mailbox to check out the pussy willow situation.
Huh. Somewhat worse for wear. Not sure what happened.
Another kind of willow is just starting to pop.
This one's half in half out of its cloak.
The basswood down by the stream says "who are you lookin' at?"
AND BIG NEWS, because I knew to look for it and ONLY because I knew to look for it, TRILLIUM!!!!! I counted eight.
O Happy Day.