“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.”
― William Wordsworth, I Wander’d Lonely as a Cloud
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,
everyone’s a fool on April 1st,
so have fun with it,
dance to the rhythm like a daffodil in the wind.