The first day of Spring found me standing knee deep in fields of bright daffodils. And there is just nothing that can prepare a person for that sea of soft yellow. There are not even words to describe the experience. So I rely on the words of William Wordsworth in his poem “I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud“.
I wander’d 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 stretch’d 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.
If you ever find yourself in a field of golden daffodils I would urge you to stop, kneel down, and take a moment to inhale the sweet fragrance of Spring, eyes closed, heart open.