.......a host of golden daffodils

"Daffodils" (1804)

I WANDER'D 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 stretch'd 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.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

First day of spring today, thought it appropriate to blip these beauties. I had to wait for some sunshine on them, (something we haven't had a lot of today), managed to get a tiny window of late afternoon sun on them - lucky!! The are just a couple of minutes drive from our home, planted along the fenceline of the Cremetoriam - were there is life there is death.

Did some gardening, made leek and potato soup, looked after Doug who is not a happy chappy, now watching Murray getting beaten by an unknown at the USA Open, still the first set, so hope he pulls finger.

Rainie