I started noticing daffodils in the past few days and decided it was time for my yearly pilgrimage to Daffodil Meadow. It’s about 0.7 from parking, which is across the street from work. A nice enough length of an hour’s lunch. So on Friday during that’s what I did.
On my way I got to see some Trillium and various other Spring flowers.
When I got there I was not disappointed. The meadow was in full swing.
And I saw my first toad of the year. Amazingly I did not harass him (at least I’m sure that’s the way he would have viewed my affections).
This is the dork that I look like when I go hiking during my lunch, or after work:
Hey, I’m short, and I don’t want my jeans to get dirty.