A Host of Golden Daffodils
Well not the Yellow (Golden) ones.
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.
Aren't they the most amazing and easiests of plants. Must remember that when I set up my next garden..........project.
They were beneath the trees and there was a breeze so I know what Wordsworth was on about.
I will report on today in a while...... called for dinner now and I hope you are all eating your veg !!!!
Dinner by Mr AF was very good. Went up to the old house to pick up some plants. The owners are doing amazing work inside making it more modern and making the ample space work so much better. I wish I had thought of that...... but I didn't and I was bored with the place anyway........... but I would not have been maybe if I had concentrated on the inside. They are loving the garden and it was looking great and I don't grudge a bit of it especially as I might dig half of it up and take to our new place. It's a joke........ silly people