I sit beneath a Maple tree, eating sandwiches, and drinking tea. Wordsworth's I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud encapsulates the whimsical journey of a solitary stroller who stumbles upon a field of daffodils, turning loneliness into lyrical wonder. But let's face it, if clouds wandered around, they'd likely have more on their minds than daffodils. … Continue reading Daffodil