Photo: Barry Greenwood
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.
That's Daffodils, a 1804 poem by William Wordsworth inspired by the blooms of daffodils in Lakeland. Alas, this year screwy weather (mild winter and early spring) caused had wreaked havoc with the bloom.
So, instead of disappointing visitors, local gardeners are installing ... plastic daffodils!
Link - via Exploding Aardvark