The Daffodils of Croton-on-Hudson
I grew up in New York City playing on sidewalks and cement school yards amidst a gridded world of city streets and tall buildings. There wasn't much natural beauty around me.. (my elementary school - P.S. 8 Brooklyn) My salvation was my frequent visits to family friends who lived in lush, green Westchester County, a 45 minute train ride away from NYC. Each time my father and I went to the exotic realm of small towns, rock strewn woodlands and country roads, we would hop a train from the venerable Grand Central Terminal. Back then Grand Central was not the restored gem it is today. But one thing I loved there was the giant and garish Kodak photo billboard photo. It was like a giant LCD screen - something unknown then. One Easter weekend, as we headed for the train, I looked up to see a giant panoramic photo of a hillside of yellow daffodils. It was breathtaking! I had never seen such a thing before - thousands of yellow flowers popping out of ...