Sniff this

[Marie]

The acquisition of windowsill happiness.

Daffodils were being sold in bucketsful on 7th Avenue at Carroll Street, a 30-minute neighborhood walk north from where we live. So I bought a fat sheaf, all in tight bud, as Sunday's arriving blizzard picked up strength. They were really meant for a friends birthday, but we we couldn't get there. Non-emergency traffic was banned, and the subway was scrambled.

So they have been opening, slowly, and are now in peak yellowness. They smell like childhood.