day 648

I wander'd 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,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze...
The Daffodils by W Wordsworth

Didn't really get into this verse,
untill the spring sprung in Edinburgh..

Taken up the hill off Princess Street Garden, between The Mound and the castle.

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