The Girl With The Daffodils
Daffodils – those pretty yellow things that William Wordsworth wrote about: 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. Continuous as the stars that … More The Girl With The Daffodils