Last weekend was spent at the Daffodil Festival in Meriden, Connecticut. It was a lovely day. We parked our car at one of the designated parking lots and took the shuttle to Hubbard Park. The place had a summery vibe with burgers on the grill and sundry craft stalls. You could even get a henna tattoo if you so desired. But the star of the show, the daffodils, looked forlorn. People were trampling all over them, eager to get that perfect shot, the one where it looks like they are drowning in a dreamy field of yellow. The one shot that will get them a thousand likes on Facebook and a shout out on twitter.
As for us, we kept to the lake, where our eighteen month old seemed mighty pleased to have encountered a flock of wary ducks. We had a good time. We came home tired and happy.
If only they had a barrier that kept people away from the flower beds, I would have been happier.