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.
-- William Wordsworth, "Daffodils", 1804I am looking forward to the coming of spring. I love check for changes each day in the garden, and watch bulbs send green shoots
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