We're a long way from Cumbria but some of the woodland here is ancient enough and untouched enough to have a host of original native golden dafodils beneath the trees. They are also known as Lent or Lenten Lilies.
Demure and dainty in comparison to their brash and flamboyant cousins, they were indeed fluttering gently this morning in the early sunshine and light breeze.
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.
By William Wordsworth
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