This is the time of year for daffodils, just as spring has really sprung. For you in the eastern part of the continent, it was crocus. I loved watching them pop through the remaining snow as a sure sign that the winter doldrums were about to dissipate, but when I moved west, I had to find something else to life my spirits 'cause I'm just a springy kind of guy :-)
Daffodils and Forget-Me-Nots are the harbingers of this wonderful season. The birds are courting, nesting, and a few early risers already have chicks in the nest. I become diligent setting seed for them on the back patio, and I even take pity on my local thief, Sydney, my local Grey Squirrel (who may very well be seven squirrels now after 46 years).
With the current situation of sheltering in place, though I still can visit all three of my favorite spots for photography and nature in general, I take even more a period of reflection. In my dotage, I find that the memories are mostly positive, though I miss those who are gone and I don't care for the idea that I probably won't be able to travel to the mountains which have given me so much joy (as well as bumps and bruises which are always quickly forgotten).
I never kept a journal, but I have photography and a great memory. I can usually put a picture and time line together. Although I've taken many lousy shots (including flu, measles, polio, etc. that everyone should have taken!), there has never been a day when I didn't form positive memories from the experience.
This photo of daffodils was taken on the eastern side of Mt. Diablo in very early spring. I vividly remember the warmth, ability to bend my knees, and be able to get up again. Those are but memories!
And today, I'll go visit Heather Farm to see whatever birds are parked on the two ponds, and look for what should be a cornucopia of flowers, domestic and foreign (a few wild ones, too). Stay well my friends, and take heart in the fact that ignorance can be bliss!
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