one of my most favorite parts of the weekday (second only to taking my bra off at the end of it) is driving to work and getting on the Bloomington Ferry Bridge, right before it crosses the minnesota river. it smells so good from all the wild flowers that i can’t help but smile– even though it’s morning and i’m on my way to work. i smile the whole time i can smell all those wild flowers. then i go back to being my usually, grumpy-on-my-way-to-work self.