Part of our front garden is crowded with daffodils and this delightful little poem by Sue Cowling ,which I read a few days ago, comes to mind when I see them.
Ten Syllables for Spring
daffylonglegs
blowing
buttered trumpets.
Daffodils in our garden
Behind the Magnolia tree in the beautiful blue sky the moon was rising.
Look carefully to see the moon
