And Dances With The Daffodils

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

'Daffodils' - Wordsworth 1804


Spring is trying to be sprung!

I love daffs especially this bunch that look like they're admiring the snow from the warm confines of a centrally heated hot house.

Wish I had a proper camera to take a proper good close up.... maybe soon.