No fashion for this post, although it's relevant. I took this photograph of wild daffodils in the depths of an unspoilt wood in the heart of Wordsworth country. Nearby are drifts of wild garlic and the first leaves of the bluebells that will shortly take over from the daffodils.
Here is how his sister, Dorothy, described a similar scene that inspired his famous poem -
...I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about & about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness & the rest tossed and reeled and danced & seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the Lake, they looked so gay ever dancing ever changing. This wind blew directly over the lake to them. There was here & there a little knot & a few stragglers a few yards higher up but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity & unity & life of that one busy highway...We rested again & again...
Dorothy Wordsworth, The Grasmere Journal Thursday, 15 April 1802
