These sunny daffodils were growing up against a brick building in downtown, brightening Main Street during an extra long and dreary winter.
I drove past them for at least a week before finally deciding to take some photos of this yellow oasis in the street.
I wonder what the people driving past me thought when they saw me laying on the pavement to take the photo. (Fortunately, I stopped worrying about stuff like that years ago.)
It wasn't until I was at least a week into the painting that it occurred to me there really was no soil to nourish the daffodil bulbs all year long. How is it that these flowers were not only growing, but seeming to be flourish in the midst of the hard asphalt?
I think they must have been planted with love. Either love from my new friend Bonnie, who is the owner of this building... or even possibly with love from my Heavenly Father.
Either way, I'm glad I documented this scene which contrasts beauty in the midst of hardness.