I arrived in England in early February, and shortly after that the daffodils came into bloom. There was a large field near my aunt’s house that was covered in wild daffodils; it was spectacular. The area around Norfolk grows (or did then, anyway) a lot flowers for sale, and the markets near us always had plentiful and cheap flowers. My aunt always kept a few bouquets around the house. Ever since, flowers have been one of my small indulgences, and we usually have at least one or two vases full.

This is the sign for the village I lived in during my 1994 visit.

In the garden at Sandringham Palace.

King’s Lynn, Norfolk, England