Daffodils

Old William Wordsworth once wrote the eternal line;

"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"

A few years ago I planted my own host of daffodils outside of our front door and every year with their blooming they remind me that Spring is only a footstep away. Here they are again. It's cold and wet outside, but the yellow smiley heads (of the daffodils - not the kids) reassure me that it will soon be time for Eli and Audrey to be back in shorts* and summer dresses.

*I'll be so pleased for Eli to be back in shorts as I'm really sick of patching trouser knees!