cindy_ellis

By cindy_ellis

Hillside beauties

William Wordsworth, 1770 - 1850


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.
We had a beautiful day. Finished preping our apartment for the new tenant who moves in tomorrow. Gumballs are almost all raked. Gardens are mulched beach is weeded. Garage is power washed. We are getting ready for spring just in time.

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