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 lineWilliam Wadsworth
I plucked one of our daffodils from the untended garden this evening.
Rain and daffodils, a picture of my world.