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
p.s. no, we don't have daffodils yet...waiting...patiently...kind of.
p.s. no, we don't have daffodils yet...waiting...patiently...kind of.
4 comments:
Fun to have to imagine the yellow...
fluttering and dancing in the breeze....
Pondering the beauty of your photo, I wonder why we knitters create so little in black, white, gray.
I think I will knit some cable shadows.
Thank you for the inspiration!
This is so perfectly wonderful. Thank you!
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