Photos by Lisa Bicknell
“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
These well-known lines from a Wordsworth poem come to mind when one gazes on this this field of daffodils in the Sand Hill area. The owner of the farm where they are located says the flowers have been multiplying for generations.