Of Dogwoods and Daffodils

There are days when I miss the south. Hillsides golden with daffodils,  like sunshine dappled on the green. Cross-shaped flowers cover stretching trees on every corner, dogwoods budding with the soon-to-come hope of Easter.  But sometimes, on those days when I wish for what is not–and yesterday was one–I stop, look around, and realize that this is amazing, too.

In a break between classes, I stepped outside the library (where I meet my teacher) and saw this. Hillsides golden with, not daffodils, but 油菜花,or rapeseed flowers.

It’s not exactly what I was craving. But it’s every bit as beautiful.


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