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 daffodills;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

William Wordsworth 1804[/i]

One of the great things about living on this island is that every local authoriy plants tonnes of daffodill bulbs on every available verge and green. The result is that come March, everywhere is awash with sights like this. I love it, particuarly because it means Spring is here.