The first time I realized how much I love flowers was when my family visited Carmel-by-the-Sea on the Monterey Peninsula in California one April day. I was 11 or 12, and don't remember much of the trip, but I vividly remember literally laying on a bed of flowers. It was the first time I have ever done so. I was in absolute awe.
Growing up in a city, the concrete structures won my attention over, and I only enjoyed the garden setting whenever I was at my grandparents'. Now that I'm living on the northeast side of the US, though, I grew more and more appreciative of all the beauty that springs after the snow melts; and I always make sure to stop and smell, look at, and take pictures of them.
So, here's a photo of me, taking a photo of these lovelies on Mother's Day 2013 at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. That year, instead of my husband doing the usual and giving me a bouquet, I opted for him to take me to see the flowers bloom.