it was chilly in the halls of the elementary that morning, so i was warming myself in a sunbeam in a 5th grade classroom when i spotted it. a dusting of spring snow on the playground. i immediately found a pencil to prop open the door and went out to investigate. i was completely enchanted and knew i would be back with my camera after school . . .
these are called nashville mustard and are indigenous to my little spot in the world. i have so much more to say, but we are headed to florida to help my parents celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary. i will just have to let this beauty speak for itself today. my words couldn't do it justice anyway.