Fluttering and dancing in the breeze

Daffy

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“For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.ā€

ā€• William Wordsworth, I Wander’d Lonely as a Cloud

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The driveway is framed on either side by a host of golden daffodils,

being battered by a stiff March going out like a lion instead of a lamb wind.

Tomorrow heralds April’s showers,

of Tomfoolery.

Remember,

everyone’s a fool on April 1st,

so have fun with it,

dance to the rhythm like a daffodil in the wind.

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