I received an email today from a fellow dog lover who recently bought a couple of art prints from me (thanks, Lori!) She lives in Michigan, and she shared that she has been busy shoveling the tons of snow they’ve had lately.
That made me feel super blessed (and just a teeny bit guilty) to be able to walk out just before dark this evening to gather some daffodils to share with friends.
We have a bumper crop of blooms this year, testifying to the fact that we’ve had just the right amount of rain and sunshine in January and February.
Not to mention plenty of natural fertilizer ...
... direct from the source.
I’m really glad the source didn’t trample these beauties
in the process of leaving her contribution.
There have been lots of double and triple blooms this year.
I love this teeny ones, just about a half inch in diameter, and oh, so fragrant!
The Irish snowdrops are just starting to come onto the scene ...
they’ll be out in full force in a few days.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
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.