With all the flowers there were also a lot of bees. I have insane good luck of not getting stung but I was still anxious about the luck turning badly. But good for them doing their job and making the flowers all pretty.
And then I found this yellow flower. Not really a sunflower, but almost as big. I wanted to try and dry it and press it, but I didn't. I'm trying to come with a reason why I didn't but I can't really think of a good reason, cause really, I don't have one.
It was weird going down there again. I don't think I have spent much time down there since middle school. But it was nice. It was a beautiful spring day and it brought back so many memories of being a weird loner kid. I remember sometimes doing my homework there. And oftentimes I would be on the swings and would make up songs. And sing them loudly.
I miss those days sometimes. Or that I took more advantage of that frivolity. We're too much in a hurry to grow up.