"Daffodils" (1804)

I WANDER'D 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.

William Wordsworth

A patch of Daffodils at my mums. Lovely to look at.

Not much commenting will be done tonight, my back is really sore and can't sit with the laptop for much longer. I've not had this pain for some time now and I've forgotten how sore it can be. Hopefully it won't last long.