A host of golden daffodils
They were taken in Worsdworth country and the verse I learned in P6 popped back into my head.
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.
Current mood:
happy - daffodils are happy too