Spring 2009

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,

Daffodil
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
–  William Wordsworth, Daffodils

Daffodils

 

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