a host of golden daffodils

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“.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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