I could not help to take a photo of the moon last night. It was 6 pm and still not very dark.
The next one I took between the first two photos using night exposure
Every year August 31, is daffodil day. The cancer society sell bunches fresh daffodils and/or one artificial daffodil when you give money. This is in New Zealand.
Trompie looking at a bed of daffodils
BY ROBERT HERRICK
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain’d his noon.
Until the hasting day
But to the even-song;
And, having pray’d together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
As your hours do, and dry away
Like to the summer’s rain;
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,
Ne’er to be found again.