proof (that spring is here, for all the inexperienced unbelievers like me.)

and that i went to church.



the daffodills are a bit miffed that i compared them to tiny young shrubs that are gonna get eaten by the frost. "damn it, spring is here, and here it is to stay. is it any fault of mine that i don't wanna stay in my bulb." ok. if you say so. william wordsworth certainly did. don't get me wrong, i'm not a fan of romantic english poetry. plus, not quite. we're in london not lake district you know. and. guess what their scientific name is : "narcissus". damn right. yep, insect-pollinated, as suspected. dying to spread their wild seed, beckoning to the hungry bee. but monocots, grow from bulbs.

I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
      That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
      When all at once I saw a crowd,
      A host, of golden daffodils;
      Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
      Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

westminster cathedral. part of it.