We are back home after a weekend in the beautiful Lake District, where there were plenty of these ~
and these ~
and even these ~
but where oh where was ? ~
"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 line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance."
~ William Wordsworth, 1770 -1850
Well I have to report that sadly we searched for them in vain. Yesterday we walked round Lake Derwentwater, where we came across this patch, which has started to show colour and will no doubt soon be a mass of glorious yellowness ~
but in the meantime I had to content myself with a few glimpses of daffodils, mainly dainty little 'Tête-à-Têtes' snuggled up in the shelter of cottage walls ~
and with the thought that the entry in Dorothy Wordsworth's journal, which apparently inspired her brother's poem was written on the 15th April 1802,when spring arrived later than it usually does now.