OK, I'm just going to admit it. I've been a little down lately. You know, spring has been so slow in coming, the groundhog ate all my tulips, and I'm just a little out of sorts.
I was really craving a little something to lift my spirits, and only one thing really does the trick. But my normal dosage (a hit here and a hit there) was no longer enough. I needed something more powerful.
I knew what I had to do, even though I'd never done it before, and I didn't know exactly what it would be like. But I craved a bigger fix, so I passed through a new gateway and did a whole line!
Seriously. I do get a little impatient waiting for spring, and the only cure is little doses of spring floweres wherever and whenever I find them. I showed you my hyacinths earlier, but now the daffs are starting to bloom in my garden. I have a few happy sunshine-yellow clumps in my yard that verily lift my spirits.
This shot of yellow greets you near the front door.
Here are some on one end of the house...
... and here on the side.
But these few clumps just weren't enough. I needed more yellow sunshine, shot straight through to my soul. So my friend Carole and I went to Nichols Arboretum to see what Ann Arborites call The Daffodil Line, but whose official name is Imagine/Align. (Yes, complete with the slash; you remember me mentioning Ann Arbor being artsy, right?) According to the website of its designer, Susan Skarsgard, Image/Align is a "site-specific, community-based art installation, mapping thought and inspiring contemplation." The half-mile long line was planted with 10,000 bulbs by Skarsgard and 150 volunteers in fall, 2003.
So, we entered through the gateway, walked a while on a path up above the valley below until...
...we did the line.
There are actually three lines: two long lines that connect in a right angle and one shorter line in another location that runs uphill and backs onto a cemetery. The line in the two photos above, taken from different angles, runs north-south.
This is the other long line, running east-west.
Here's the corner where the two lines intersect.
And a closer view of one of the long lines...
...and of the shorter line in another location.
It was worth it, even though you get some weird hallucinations when doing a line, like this huge and somewhat misshapen squirrel!
And then you not only see something you don't expect to see in a park at all, but you feel it is sending you odd, incomprehensible messages!
And then it gets even weirder because tree bark starts to grow metal sections right before your eyes and numbers appear on the metal!
And, most mind-bogglingly of all, I swear I was passed on the trail by not one, not two, but at least a dozen people running past me, all panting and shiny, even though no one was chasing them! Some even had alien-looking devices strapped to their arms or chests!
Despite this high, it was clear that the lines had gaps. A few were due to natural variations in bloom times and survival rates, but more were caused by the actions of (excuse my French) complete dillrods. One large portion had been mowed and in other areas, daffodils had been trampled to the ground before blooming or had been picked; most never made it to vases, though, as many were thrown where they were picked or farther afield in the grass and paths. That was a bit of a downer and made me glad I have my small hits of daffodils at home.
And this is the end of the line for our magical daffodil ride. I hope you enjoyed your trip.