I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a croud,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
See what I mean by a bit pastoral?
What I'm going to buy this week.
Last year I saw in a magazine these great shelves, alas they were not for sale, just part of the backdrop. I then lost the magazine and couldn’t find the shelves anywhere. I searched around a bit then lost interest in the search. Well I found them at Borders of all places, for the very reasonable price of $10 each! Well I’m very excited to put them up in the guest room.