Spring flowering

I wander'd 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

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

I went to the Tulip Farm just outside of Canberra this morning. It is smaller version of Floriade but in a much more beautiful setting of a green valley surrounded by hills. This floral display is not only about tulips but also the gorgeous blossoms from the trees. What I wasn't able to capture was the soft classical music playing and the birds singing. And as you can see in the photos - very few people to disrupt the views.

Not sure what sort of tree this is but there wasn't anymore room for flowers. It was just magnificent. We have a grove at work and I admire them daily.

This last photo was taken as I was leaving the car park at the Tulip Farm!! The farm across the road was burning and this is the smoke from the fire.