We took the red-eye home from Honolulu.
It seemed like a good scheduling decision at the time.
I hadn't planned on catching a cold in Hawaii, but that's exactly what I did.
So I got home and I was over-tired from not being able to sleep on the flight and all feverish and achy and fussy.
Oh so fussy.
And in a foul, foul mood.
Yes, I know I can't complain, after all, I just got back from Hawaii, blah, blah, blah.
But I was so cranky and sick and when I'm like that every glass seems half-empty. (I'm so embarrassed to admit that, but that's sooo not important right now.)
The super long to-do list that I had made before I left was still sitting on my desk, not caring that I had no decent coping skills left.
I got overwhelmed.
I went outside to have a good, long I'm-feeling-so-sorry-for-myself cry.
But I was stopped dead in my tracks by these little beauties right here.
In my garden.
That I planted years ago.
And they're BACK! AGAIN!
I love that they surprise me like this EVERY TIME.
I laughed out loud.
And I was grateful to be home and I'm starting to feel like my normal old self again. (Is that a good thing?) ;-)
*They remind me of the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory where Gene Wilder takes the daffodil and uses it as a teacup.
(OPPORTUNITY TO PLAY THE KEVIN BACON GAME #3,175 - Gene Wilder to Kevin Bacon - go! =D)