January 22 (these flowers are dead)

Daffodils are a love flower for Rob and me, their significant roots bedded down in the very first weeks of our relationship. I picked up a little tub of them at Wal-Mart (yes, I actually went there) recently—the pleasantest purchase I ever made there, for sure—thinking we could use a little loving cheer in the house . . . in the bathroom, to be specific. They died all too quickly (I blame Wal-Mart somehow), but they were still pretty when the blossoms dried. I am eager for spring, and for spring things. Flings. Nature's bling. Wingdings!