A host of golden daffodils

This is the view from my back window a little over two months ago.


Yes, those are ICICLES!

Now, spring is fully sprung.


I love all spring flowers, but the ones that really do it for me are the daffodils.
I can't see one without thinking of the Wordsworth poem:

I wander'd 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.

My Mum has a keen eye for beauty and she almost always misquoted this poem when she saw daffodils.

A tradition I have continued.