Lonely Daffodil

Year after year this little lady pops through my gravel..I didn't plant her and she's nowhere near any part of the garden so I think once upon a time a bird or a squirrel must have transported the bulb!

Not at all reflective of my day, which in itself has been rather reflective, helping my parents start sorting my Great Aunt's home. Stella came too and so she got to come walkies with me in parts of the village I haven't walked since I was a kid probably.