Tuesday April 20, 2004


[ A writing prompt from Daily Writing Practice ]

Daffodils in the garden...

I love daffodils; they are my favorite flower. I love to bury my nose inside the blossoms and inhale their scent, faint but perceptible and oh so delicious.

I have planted daffodils; sometimes they come back up, sometimes not. Each year I consider planting more. Often I buy a pot of flowers to set on my porch in the spring. daffodil-25

I read once about a couple who bought a large parcel of land - a house with a small wooded area and several acres of meadow. In the spring, they were surprised when the meadow bloomed in hundreds of daffodils - thousands of daffodils! Dozens of different varieties of daffodils exploded from meadow and into the edge of the woods - white, yellow, orange, variegated. Apparently, the former owner of the property loved daffodils. He had died many years ago; his heirs finally sold the property. no one had remembered the daffodils until that spring.

There are clumps of daffodils along the highway about 20 miles south of our house. They're on both sides, in the area off the shoulder, between the highway and the fence; beyond the fence is pasture land. The sections that are planted are ten or twenty feet across; obviously some person or persons unknown planted them years ago. Every spring I love to drive along that section of highway to admire the daffodils.

One spring we visited Roozengaarde, a flower plantation in the Skagit Valley in Washington State. They grow tulips there, although it was not yet tulip season. The fields were bright with daffodils. I could understand how that couple felt when their property bloomed in the spring.

daffodils-25   Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o're 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 the bay
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in a sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced: but they
Outdid 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.

--- William Wordsworth

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