I have been rescuing the daffodils that were bent over due to the weight of the snow and it made me think of this poem by William 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.
I really like poetry and write some myself although I haven't done so for quite a long time. I hope you enjoy this and I would like to thank you for all the support you have given me over the past 6 years that I have been on 365.
I haven't read that poem in full for ages Rosie. Thank you. The daffodil looks stunning with your clever bit of processing to give it the dancing look.
