East coast, Midwest the South all of these places get the most beautiful bulbs popping up in the spring, sigh. I have such nostalgia that kicks in whenever I see them for sale.
I always grab a few bunches of daffodils as soon as they start showing up. They always bloom (especially with a little warm water to drink up) and never disappoint in color or fragrance.
I love that chartreuse that turns into a saffron plus who doesn’t like a happy flower that wears a skirt?
I love daffodils for their color, their ruffles and soft scent but I also love them for this…
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales 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 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.
Now, I’m going to print this poem out and hang it on my bathroom mirror! Have a wonderful Monday. Linking up with Lisa Leonard for a little Monday inspiration.