Daffodils...they grow like wild weeds everywhere in Wales; no wonder it is their national flower!Cardiff (capital of Wales) is a poets paradise. With every other nook being lovlier than the previous one...with woods of deciduous trees standing thick, with rows of maple, birch, chestnet, oak and many others alongside River Taff; and wild daffodils peeping at you from each cranny, one cannot help but remember William Wordsworth...a tribute to that avid nature lover...
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;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
...And then my heart with pleasure fills,
...And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
