Coming Home With Petals

About a week ago, I took a detour walking back from the farmers market to see how things were blooming. There’s a park not too far away that’s known for its tulip beds, but they hadn’t bloomed yet. The cherry trees were in full bloom, though, like this weeping cherry.

For a very brief time, their branches catch your breath.

Different varieties of spring blooming magnolias had bloomed in sync.

Closer to home, a dad and his son walked in front of forsythia, and I could hear kids calling out “flowers for sale.”

As I got closer, I could see it was a bunch of kids who live up the block.

They were also selling “honey water” with mystery green stuff floating in it, whatever that was, but I passed on that. Daffodils were a dollar. That seemed a little pricey, and I had no idea where they had picked them, but whatever.

What prompted this? I have no idea, but I think some of the same kids who made these signs were involved. I bought this daffodil and then finished my walk home.