Thursday, March 1, 2012

Golden Daffodils

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;
         -- William Wordsworth, 1888, Completel Poetical Works

Wordsworth's poem is a celebration of solitude, of the simple joy that comes from visiting nature.  This is a similar feeling to what I get working in the garden.  But daffodils show up to grace my yard every spring, and they don't require any work at all.


  1. That was one of the first poems my daughter learned. Must have impressed her because she still finds the first spring daffodil to pick for me.

  2. So nice to know there is Spring somewhere... my gardens are sleeping under snow.