Tuesday, January 19, 2010

First of the Season

Oh cheery daffy dills, how I love thee...as did Mr. William Wordsworth:

I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: --
A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.


Anonymous said...

They so remind me when we lived in TN. There was a field just covered with them. Gorgeous! XXX

vivi said...

Oh, my!!! How did that happen on my previous comment??? Pushed the wrong button I guess. XXXX

JuJu said...

They make me feel springy. I don't mean "with spring in my step" but more "spring like."
Thanks for sharing!

--DD said...

Reminds me of our cabin in the mountains. Many years ago, my grandmother planted tons of bulbs of just this type of daffodil. I'm guessing they will be abundant this year with all the rain.