April 23, 2010
Farrah drove down that stretch of Canton Center, lined with white cherry blossoms. Some of the branches were turning green around the edges. The Daffodil blooms were crinkling, falling between their thick green sprouts like dust in the wind. She was excited to return home and plant her Peruvian Daffodil bulbs and yellow flower seeds, but she hoped the pot she had in mind wasn't overflowing with squiggly rollie pollies. They'd get all over the sleeves of her pink fleece, and her sleeves never held. She saw Andrew next door as she dug, looking up longingly after he went inside.