I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Just thought you would like a bit of William Wordsworth (1804), manly to make you think I'm intellectual and not just a pleb.
Even the little daffodils are coming out, and these are in my own front garden. Unfortunately they where in the shade when I captured it between showers.
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Those water drops oh hell lets call them what they are raindrops, it is raining for a change then; well the drops suit the daff being that it is a plant of our soggy spring season:))