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…
~an excerpt from “Daffodils” by William Wordsworth
A hill of Spring daffodils dance in the breeze at Mrs. Lee’s Daffodil Garden outside of Gladewater, Texas.