A host of golden daffodils

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.

William Wordsworth

On this first day of Spring, we had a long local walk and came across these daffodils that had been planted along the boundary of the recreation field. They made a beautiful sight on this grey, dull and cold day.