| 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.
W. Wordsworth |
Thanks to Bulbs for London for donating the bulbs to the farm.
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