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
                         William Wordsworth

My favorite flower-the daffodil. A harbinger of spring, of light, of hope, of joy. Who doesn’t smile when they see this jocund perennial.

Isn’t jocund a cool word?!

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