Once upon a time…
I lived in the middle of nowhere, in Georgia, USA in a big wooden house standing on a large piece of land which once was a cotton plantation.
Around this time as daffodils are blooming it always reminds me of that day a pickup truck came driving up our driveway. A big pickup with an old man at the wheel. I also saw a long rifle in a gun rack behind him.
I stayed on the porch waiting for the man to step out of his truck. Very slowly the man came walking towards me and when he came closer I saw that he looked pretty rough. Although the man was quite old, I found the situation somewhat intimidating but fortunately the man had left his gun in the car, which was sort of reassuring. He introduced himself as a previous occupant of the house, he told me he was born and raised in this place. Despite his redneck appearance and his rifle he proved to be a nice man.
From then on every year when the daffodils were blooming, he came around asking if he could pick a bunch of flowers. He allways used his long hunting knife, and cut off the daffodils one by one…
Foto of the old house via Flickr