Welcome to the first day of spring – the season of sensory overload. Fresh shoots are swelling, daffodils dancing, songbirds singing. And the photo and poem today are oh so predictable!
Photo: Daffodil in my garden
(not a native plant)
Photo: Daffodil in my garden(not a native plant)
Words to walk with:
From 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 ...
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."
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