Mini-daffs

These are mini-daffs but they give maxi-pleasure.

I have been reading Dorothy Wordsworth’s diary and am impressed all over again with her poetic prose. So instead of quoting her brother’s A host of golden daffodils, here is Dorothy’s take on it.

….I never saw daffodils so beautiful, they grew among the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake, they looked so gay ever glancing ever changing.

Happy daffodil to you.