Ever since I was a child, daffodils have made me feel good. Even when I was dodging bullies on the way home from school at age 6 or 7 I remember thinking, “this kid’s being an asshole, but hey those daffodils look great!”
So how’d I miss this place with something called simply, “the bowl” — as in, a bowl full of daffodils? A little past its prime, it’s a “bowl” that’s about 80 yards wide. Here’s a taste:
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Over the years we’ve explored the eastern part of South Mountain Reservation pretty thoroughly, but I’ve never gone into the narrow strip west of Brookside Drive. This is eastern slope of “Second Mountain,” a much more wild and forbidding place than the more popular “First Mountain.” No glamorous views of Manhattan, no rivers or streams. Just a steeply wooded hillside with the remnants of a livelier time.