Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Daffodils: A Magpie Tale

Willow over at Life at Willow Manor  has come up with a new photo prompt for bloggers on a site called Magpie Tales.  She'll be posting a photo weekly as a prompt for a fictional account or poem telling of its history and/or how the item in the photo came to be in your possession.  This week's prompt is....

What is it about spring flowers that makes me feel so happy?  There's nothing finer than a bouquet of yellow daffodils mixed with a few purple hyacinths and bright red tulips.  But the best part is seeing them blowing in the breeze on a warm spring day.  Coming across a sea of daffodils under the trees at Kew Gardens took my breath away when I was there 25 years ago... one of my favorite memories of that journey.

Two hundred years ago, William Wordsworth wrote these words that speak to the glory of discovering a field of daffodils...

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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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. 

And so the daffodils banish the dark days of winter. 
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