Abstract

Wish I had more to say, only but abstract eludes me. For more on abstract matters, please visit Ailsa.

Just Fluttering…

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. ~ William Wordsworth I know Wordsworth talks of daffodils but I chose daisies, because they are…