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.
Thus exclaimed the remarkable poet Wordsworth in
his ode to the daffodils. We also had a similar experience when on our way to
Mahabalipuram. We zipped along enjoying the countryside when suddenly we noticed
these beautiful flowers by the roadside. Lying there, they seemed so happy and
cheerful that we could not ignore them. So we reversed and came to the spot
where they lay. Whipping out the camera, we proceeded to photograph them. And
here they are for your viewing
White Alder
Turnera subulata
Family: Turneraceae
Mahabalipuram
Chennai
28 Dec 2010