On a drive over to Bathurst a week or two ago I insisted that we take the quick detour on the side road to Rydal because there is a property not far off the main road where thousands of daffodils flower. It was too early then, but this weekend they were perfect.
From Daffodils by William Wordsworth
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 shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in a sprightly dance.