Walking a trail by a Spring lake, I see the vivid yellow of a wild daffodil in the water.
William Wordsworth poem about wandering clouds and dancing daffodils pops into my mind, as this yellow flower sways from the wind. I’ve also thought daffodils and garden grown. It’s a sweet to this bright yellow bloom by grassy shore.
I love finding wild roses, bluebells and other flowers; it reminds me that they began in nature’s wilderness before being garden grown.