Tuesday, 16 March 2010

'I wandered lonely as a cloud'

As I stole a moment of calm in my chair, drinking earl grey tea, reflecting on yesterday, thinking of today when my nostrils were filled with the smell of daffodils. Just a small bunch have bloomed in a jug of water sitting beside me. I'm not sure I have ever appreciated the strength of smell daffodils release or how their amazing colour can brighten a room and lift a soul.

Wordsworth also felt they were worthy of his words.
          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.

Happy Birthday bunting progress.

A birthday card made but waiting to be signed and sent.

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