The private lives of daffodils

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.
- 'Daffodils' William Wordsworth

Here we go, I got my daffy shot :) Looking at this I'm almost imagining the rest of the daffodils involved in some scurrilous gossip while one has been pulled asside to give a report on what all the fuss is about.