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I was so happy today to walk into the lunchroom and find that the daffodils had bloomed over the weekend.
I grew up in Florida. We don't have daffs in Florida. When I moved to D.C. in 1983, I feel madly, deeply in love with daffodils. Wherever I lived, I planted more daffodils each fall. The entire eight years I lived in Tucson, it was the daffodils that I missed each spring.
And here I am. Back in the north. Loving those beautiful golden yellow faces.

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