"Beside the lake, beneath the trees,"
daffodils dripping in the breeze.
Every April since 2010 I've been blipping Wordsworth's daffodils. In 2010 the tree stump was a mostly still standing tree. Now I see that the next tree along the shore has been eroded by the flooding and has collapsed.
A wet, miserable sort of day to be photographing daffodils. I was lucky not to have got the brolly caught in the shot. Even this far up from the lake my feet and tripod were sinking into the soft, wet earth.