Spots of time

Rainy day

There are in our existence spots of time,
That with distinct pre-eminence retain
A renovating virtue…
That penetrates, enables us to mount,
When high more high, and lifts us up when fallen.

~ William Wordsworth

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Daffodil Hill

I found my thrill... (I know it was on Blueberry Hill, but that song keeps running through my head whenever I think "Daffodil Hill")

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

Joanne commented that she couldn’t wait to see the daffodils.  I am not sure they are worth the excitement of a cliffhanger so I decided not to make Joanne or you all wait.  Photographing Daffodil Hill is easy.  Getting good images is not.

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