There’s something mystical that happens this time of year. Just when I think that the doom and gloom of winter will never, ever, end…the daffodils magically appear. It always amazes me to see their tender green stems pushing up through the hard cold ground, seemingly unaware of their bright and cheery beauty. They don’t even seem to notice how ugly everything is around them, they just bloom and dance happily in the cold brisk wind.
Wish I could be more like that. Keep a sunny disposition in any situation.
The other day as I was arranging some bouquets of daffodils to sprinkle around my house as little reminders of cheer, memories flooded back and I could hear my Grandmother reading this poem to me as she would so many times when I was a child. Perhaps it’s why I love daffodils so. Thought I’d share it with all of you.
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.
As I fill my house with the bright and cheery beauty of the unassuming daffodils, I can’t help but to feel my heart fill up as well. And despite the lingering cold and gray, I find myself dancing with the daffodils.