I wander'd 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...

by William Wordsworth


I wonder if Wordsworth was wandering around the Lake District looking at daffodils in January?! These tiny Tête-à-Tête daffs have been flowering in the garden since the beginning of the month! Mother Nature is very confused at the moment...