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.
William Wordsworth
The restaurant brought out a little cake for the birthday girl even though nothing had been ordered. Lighted candle and all 🤩
The sunlight makes this such a scene of hopefulness, as if something good is coming.
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