Enobarbus, rough rhyming again.

By my watch, daffodils are a month late AT LEAST this year, and it's not as if there's anything else to look at. But wait.................who cares? If there never were any daffodils, we'd never had had such an empty month staring at buds shouting 'WHAT THE ARE YOU WAITING FOR?' so unproductively. And yet there is something sweet about time wasted. And thyme tasted. And rhyme sweetly basted. (what did you say Enobarbus? did you say 'bastard?') And btw something more than a little sour about the tabloids.