Daffodils

Daffodils are such happy flowers. Debbie gave us a large bunch of unbloomed daffodils. I had put them in the garage until we could find a spot for them, and one day when I came home, there was one happy daffodil face looking at me in the dark, cold garage. We soon moved them outside and bought a few tulips to sit next to them. They are a lovely reminder of spring, which is coming very soon.

They also make me think of one of my favorite poems by Wordsworth. In his poem, the speaker explains how the beautiful sight of a field of daffodils stays with him, even when he has left that place.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

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 golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund 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.