I wandered lonely as a cloud….
Sorry, just forget the daffodils, this is our local woodland glade, full of Busy Lizzies gone wild, and banyan tree roots hanging down from above…. an oasis of green and pink with just a bit of brown… no daffodils, but quite beautiful eh?
But I wonder what kind of poem Wordsworth would have come up with if he’d lived around here ~ without a daffodil in sight? Could he have done something on Busy Lizzies instead?!