I was in the garden hanging out some sheets and there they were, tempting me with their happy faces. I couldn’t resist picking a few of the hundreds of tete a tete miniature daffodils which have come into bloom at the end of the garden. Back in the kitchen, I popped a few into a little vase on top of the fridge by my three “amigos” .
Of course I can’t look at daffodils without thinking of Mr 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 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
The third in the Obamalade trilogy and I PROMISE absolutely the last post on this!
