I've always been a bit of a cheapskate when it comes to buying flowers. I once gave my mother a bunch of daffodils for Mothering Sunday which I'd picked from her garden. I was only little at the time and she feigned delight at the offering. In much the same spirit I walked around the village this morning and photographed some of the daffodils that grow abundantly on the roadsides, in the wood, by the river, in hedgerows and, yes, in other people's gardens (I hope they don't mind).
As you enter the village at North End
Down by the riverside
Near the stocks
By the fence
In the churchyard
Near the old pump
From the footpath near Topcliffe Mill
All this gardening produces lots of garden waste
which goes into the green bins
and is collected for recycling.
Now all you have to do is feign delight at this unexpected gift! I hope the sight of all these golden daffodils cheers everyone else up as much as it lightens my steps on my frequent ambles around the locality.