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Daffodils

Daffodils. Photo by Nina Wilkins

Flowers make me happy.

Each early spring (this photo was taken March 4, 2017) Trader Joe’s in Monterey, California carries small bunches of unopened Daffodils. Walking into the store there is a huge tub of these bright yellow flowers for only $1.25 a dozen. Who could resist such a delight?

I treated myself to four bunches knowing I would give my friend Janette two of them. I was so excited to surprise her. When I knocked on her door, she had two bunches to give to me. We laughed, and the next morning called each other almost at the same moment to exclaim how magical, that they had opened up fully during the night. Beautiful. 

I came across this poem yesterday. It reminded me of my own joy from daffodils, as the above photo was taken in 2017. Here, in South Eastern Idaho, we are still in winter- white cold.

After reading several of the hundreds of comments on the YouTube video below, I was very surprised that I had never known about, or read, this poem before. Life always contains many mysteries and joys to discover.

Enjoy. And, if you are in California, you may still be able to find bunches of daffodils, though the season is short.

Daffodils:  William Wordsworth (1770-1850). English Romantic Poet.

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.