Spring has well and truly arrived. Birds are feverishly gathering moss for their nests, bees are getting drunk on blossom nectar and daffodils are lighting the roadside verges with sunshine. I have been getting out with my camera as much as I can rather than spending time indoors at my desk and I am very behind with blogging and replying to comments. Please bear with me – spring fever will wear off eventually. In the meantime, this is the first of a series of short posts celebrating the arrival of this most hopeful of seasons.
I know this poem has become cliché, but really it is so beautiful I can’t think of any reason not to enjoy it again, and again.
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 waves in glee:
A poet could not but be 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.
– William Wordsworth
Beautiful daffs…and slightly familiar. And the poem is of course, perfection. Never tire of it.
I think you even mentioned it on Tuesday. 🙂 Thanks.
What a cheerful picture and the beautiful poem as well! Perfection. Has cheered me as my Mother is 100 years old and failing everyday, I must remember Spring will come again. Thank you
I am sorry to hear about your mother. It is so hard to watch someone dear failing. Best wishes, Rachael.
As we still have piles of snow on the ground, this post is such a welcome sight. And the poem brings a smile — perfectly captures the dance of those collared blooms.
Thanks, Kat. The snow will go eventually. It has been such a tough winter for so many. Here the problem was flooding. I am very glad to see the water slowly falling to near normal levels.
Ah, spring fever, I think I remember what it’s like…someday it will get here too.
It will. Hold onto that thought!
Nothing says spring like YELLOW. And daffodils. Our color here is the red bud. So happy in my backyard, even if everything else still looks like crap! Hope you’re drier these days.
Thanks, Shannon. Water levels are nearly back to normal here, although the river still flows with fury.
Liked the flower, skipped the poem . . .
. . . a man of non-refined tastes . . .
This is lovely, Rachael! I’m jealous, you’re already enjoying Spring, we’re still getting over last Thursday’s winter storm.
Thanks, Gracie. Another winter storm? You chaps are having a hard winter of it. I hope the thaw comes soon.
wonderful photograph 😀
Loved the poem! Apparently I like cliché 😉 Beautiful photography too each one of them in your gallery is a gem…