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Helen's birthday trip, hiking the fells of Wordsworth country. We stayed in a converted leaning barn at Brackenrigg, near Keswick, England, right in the Lake Country. An ancient stone circle was nearby. We hiked from Brakenrigg; drove into town; and drove to more distant hikes. The weather ranged from sunny with nice clouds, to hail, and even a dusting of snow on the fells above. No hosts, but yes, daffodils.

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.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
-- William Wordsworth, 1804.
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