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.
The words from the poem Daffodils by William Wordsworth, written two hundred years ago and still so apt. Walking through the orchard, by the lake, I came across the wonderful sight of a bee in one of the many Daffodils. He was completely intoxicated by the fresh nectar and barely moving, totally unaware of my presence. Spring has certainly arrived and the wildlife are joyfully welcoming it.