This is now my desktop background - I was on the lookout for something to give the drake a break. V seasonal. Lovely.

This one!

Don't think I'd like to see either of yours every time I visit the pc!

I've just been in the garden, and in the trees in front of my house about a hundred (could be an exaggeration) little birds are making very sweet music, soft and twittering. I think they're goldfinches, but they are too high up to see properly against the light. Anyway, very beautiful, and it's definitely spring out there, which is a relief after a morning of fog - it didn't lift until about midday, but blue sky and sun now.

TP. I dont suppose the poor plans etc, these days dont know when they are coming or going, what with this so called climate change.

Nothing to do with daffodils, but my mum hasn't been able to sell her house in Durham either.  It went onto the market almost a year ago. She says the market there is completely static, and nobody's even interested in viewings.  She managed to let it, at least, to fund her relocation.

do you like my bourne end to henley walk pics ?


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here is a poem about daffodils by wordsworth

"Daffodils" (1804)
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.
Continuous as the stars that shine


And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they


Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
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.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

he eat lots of porridge and went on lots of walks, interesting that


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Or there is A.A. Milne's daffodil poem for children:

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown,
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight,
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour,
"Winter is dead".

Or of you want something a  bit deeper, there's Herrick:

Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon.

With the next verse starting:

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring,
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.

Not Happy Room stuff, really, but a lovely poem.


They're just out in my garden, too  .