Surfer Guy and I were in Las Vegas (I was doing a chat with Robyn Carr at the library) and on our way home we stopped for the night at the in-laws’ vacation place in the SoCal mountains. A month ago we were there in the snow. This weekend the daffodils replaced the white stuff.
The tiny nearby town of Twin Peaks has a Daffodil Project. 80,000 bulbs planted along the mountain highway. Beautiful! And there’s always a little sign accompanying them, asking people not to pick the flowers.
We had our evening before a warm fire and then got up the next morning to head for home. Before we left, Surfer Guy called his folks to report on everything and my mother-in-law told us to cut any of the flowering blooms from her garden to take home with us…and I couldn’t. They still looked so pretty and even though they aren’t going to last much longer, I kept remembering the signs around the highway about leaving the flowers for all to enjoy. So, though these flowers are not part of that project and are my m-i-l’s and maybe the only creatures who will be around to enjoy them before they die are the blue jays and squirrels…I left them as is.
Which reminded me of something I told the attendees at the library chat. I think my only real rebellion in my life was when I went against my dad’s wishes and went to college as an English major instead of Business! There’s not even a little bit of bad girl in me.
How about you? Are you a rebel or a rule-follower?