We’ve never grown daffodils here as a cut flower. There are a few clumps of them around the Farm Compound but not many. For my Daffodil Fix, I travel about a mile or so to an abandoned tenant house where Daffodils abound. Stretching out beneath the towering Lob Lolly Pines. You can see them from the highway. There must be a half dozen varieties dotting the very small yard. Testament to somebody’s gardening prowess long long ago. I don’t think anyone else comes here anymore for any reason, let alone to look at the daffodils.
I always carry a rather large piece of burlap in my truck to use as a makeshift rug when I sprawl out on the ground to get a rabbit’s perspective on flowers. I had assumed the position on this day when I heard a horn and somebody yelling in my direction. A woman had pulled off the highway and was inquiring if I was alright. I walked over to thank her for her concern. She smiled and inquired as to what I was doing. I replied that I was photographing the Daffodils. “Oh”, she said, “you know I go by here everyday and I had never even noticed them”. As I was packing up my gear It occurred to me that if nobody ever noticed any picture I ever took, I would still be better for it. Without photography, I would probably be exactly like her.
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