Oooo

This morning Timber and I went out for a run and along the way a nice old man stopped us and asked if we went to pick some wild flowers yet. Since I grew up in Corona, it never really occurred to me that there are wild flowers (not weeds) to be picked. So the man gave us directions and off we went.

There are fields covered in these yellow daffodils. It was so cool. So I picked some, during which I felt like I was on Little House on the Prairie, and now they are in a vase in my kitchen.
Its the little things that make living in a new place so fun.