Just north of where I live, there's a place called Montara Mountain,
Many years ago, there was a nursery on the mountain, which sold daffodils. Although the nursery is long gone, clumps of naturalized daffodils remain in hidden grottos.
On Sunday, some friends and I went for a hike on the mountain in search of daffodils and pretty afternoon light. We found both:
At the end of the day, we headed home, our hearts filled with flowers, friendship and light: