Wednesday, April 3, 2013

With William

Today is breezy and sunny and walking in my garden I see the daffodils around me all nodding and swaying and I am reminded of William Wordsworth's poem:

I wandered lonely as a cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud 

That floats on high over vale and hill,
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 the bay;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay  

In such a jocund company.
I gazed and gazed but little thought
What wealth to me this show had brought:
For oft while on my couch I lie 
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye,
That is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth
I didn't know, all these years while living in Alaska, that I was a gardener. My interest was sleeping beneath the snow of 23 Alaskan years waiting to be warmed by an Eastern Washington State spring and blossom into being. Now I can't get enough of flowers. I read books about gardening and have a hard time walking by seed stands and nurseries. It's a whole new world!

Yellow and green, the colors of spring.
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