There are daffodils blooming all over the place. Many of the local gardens are hosts to these splashes of sunshine and the park is awash with rivers of their golden bobbing heads. But on the muddy bank or verge alongside the bowling club, which grows spindly brambles, weeds and nettles. But somehow in all the random overgrown undergrowth is a lone daffodil. Curious really as I'm pretty sure daffodils don't proliferate by their seeds blowing in the wind, bulbs are pretty heavy. I can only assume someone had a spare bulb and planted a little surprise in the mud. A perfect daffodil somehow seems extra apt today on Mother's Day.