The Roar of the Daffodils...

Ah, no... that will be Morrigan. Daffodils don't roar; that's dandelions.

Cool weather for riding, but it was only a quickie down to the bank, to plant some instructions on a maturing investment. I came back via the burial ground (see yesterday) to check on today's interment and set up for tomorrow's. 

On the way back I wandered lonely as a biker, and then my heart with pleasure filled, and dancéd with the daffodils. ;-)