Something else I found on my foggy walk this morning. The daffodils around the castle had all been picked and then simply strewn on the grass. I was there around 9am, and the daffodils were still relatively fresh, despite a layer of dew, so I can only assume (and from watching too much CSI) that they had been plucked earlier that morning – perhaps kids on their way to school.
Such a waste of such a pretty flower. At least they are perennials, and the bulbs haven’t been dragged out too, but I’m sure there are more people than me who feel a sense of pleasure and peace when they come across flowers growing naturally, and whoever did this obviously didn’t give any consideration to the disappointment this type of mindless action causes.
© Alice through the Macro Lens