in the springtime, i don’t think there’s a better housewarming gesture than a freshly plucked handful of daffodils stuck into a glass jar. it’s simple and understated (but wildly cheerful) and it says all sorts of nice things about sharing. doesn’t matter how ubiquitous the yellow trumpets are, the act of snipping them from your yard and arranging them thoughtfully for someone else’s table is sweet indeed.
these guys may have been plucked from our local bodega and not from our yard, but they did the trick this weekend, brought to brighten up a sister’s new apartment.
daffodils, a year ago.
daffodils, the year before that.
i’d like to play cards with these.