Maria is a gardener, as is my friend Anne, who tended these gardens. Maria is doing it now, and loves flowers. I do not love gardening, and do not wish to be a gardener. I love taking photos of flowers and catching the way the light cuts through them. You could not ask for a more glorious color than the morning sun on these daffodils. I rarely know the name of flowers – I have to ask Maria. And I don’t really want to know anything about them. I just want them to bloom and give me cause to lie down in the dirt with a dog gnawing on my face and take some photos from different angles.