Daffodils by the window.

A beautiful sunny but chilly day. Wonderful.
Linda was at the kitchen sink rearranging some daffodils. The sunlight was coming through the window and this was the result. Quite unplanned but it worked nicely.
Daffodils are of course the flower most associated with The Lake District thanks to the poet William Wordsworth. Here's his famous poem, "I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud".




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.


Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.


The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:


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.