I had been thinking about posting Wordsworth's Daffodils' poem, but it just felt too cliché. I don't love daffodils because they are in a famous poem, I love them because of the memories they hold. How their scent is able to carry me out of what ever gloomy mood I may find myself in, and back to my childhood. When I saw some from Scilly on a market stall I had to get a few bunches. They are currently residing in a teapot (cheaper than a vase) in our lounge, and they certainly perk up the room : ) Hope you enjoy the photos!