"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" .....

..... down to the bottom of the garden:-)) 

.....Not exactly  Wordsworth's "host of golden daffodils", more  a clump, but they were "fluttering and dancing in the breeze".  
They are in a shady part of the garden, but were lit by the sun and caught my eye.  Couldn't resist them for a blip. Hope you will allow it Cailleach, not exactly wild; but in my mind's eye they were on a windy hillside. and I was a tall willowy girl with hair down to my waist, holding my bonnet on with one hand and..... then I woke up.