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.
But wait—these daffodils were in a parking lot, and I wasn’t wandering, I was trotting about my Tuesday business in town.
So they were all the more delightful for the pause they afforded me in the middle of activity…
I stopped to capture them in digital media for safe-keeping, an option Wordsworth evidently did not have…
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.
But I am taken with his poem and with daffodils–how could I not be?!
Wishing you many bright and hopeful signs of new life within and without.
“…for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure”. Phil.2:13