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Wake up and smell the daffodils …

Ok I know you really expect roses at the end of wake up and smell the … but have you ever stopped to smell the daffodils? The scent is incredible.

As I went round the cabins today putting daffodils in the vases I was reminded of the lovely poem by Wordsworth – A Host of Golden Daffodils. The last verse resonates ..

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.

As our guests are lying on their couch in the forest this Easter weekend I hope their hearts are full of pleasure and dancing with the daffodils.

Have a wonderful Easter weekend. x