Daffadill Hill

My day started out badly. My DSL has been down and earlier in the week my Dish was down so to tell the truth, I was on tech overload. I needed a day of peace and nature. I remembered that my time to get to daffadill hill was nearing its end. If I did not go soon, the blooms would be gone and I would not see the meadow full of my favorite flower. So I grabbed my camera, called a friend and said lets take a ride. We drove through the foothills listening to Sara Evans and John Mayer cds playing. Making chit chat while driving the winding roads we passed the small town of Volcano, population 101. It listed 100 then someone crossed a line through it and wrote 101, I am assuming a baby was born. The road was a two lanes winding through cliffs displaying pine trees and a small brook. The curves finally turned into a straight lane and there was the daffadil hill. We parked and walked the trails taking in the meadows and beautiful flowers and day. Yellow and white daffadills in the middle of the forest with peacocks wandering the grouds. I took 93 pictures of flowers, the meadows, trees and a peacock. It was like an Oais in the middle of the high tech world, beauty was to be found in tucked away in the mountains leading to Lake Tahoe. No phones, No TV's, just the smell of flowers and pine. It was what my soul needed. To see spring emerging in the form of daffadill blooms. I did not want to leave but my friend reminded me of a promised lunch at a local diner and off we went, entering the world again.....I have my memories of the day and pictures to pour over.....Spring is here and life goes on.