PHOTO REFECTIONS
Do you remember from school the poem by William Wordsworth about the windswept day when his spirits soared as he wandered on the hills near his home in England?
By Reg Green
When all at once I saw a crowd, a host, of golden daffodils.
This morning, breaking free of home confinement like many others, I had a similar experience in the austere mountains overlooking Pasadena.
Well, perhaps not “a host.” How about “a bunch”?










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