Friday, October 10, 2008

Daffodils

I've finally after 3 or 4 years gotten daffodil bulbs planted. Every spring when the daffodils bloom I make a mental note to plant some bulbs in the fall and so far, every year I've forgotten. But not this year! Last Saturday when we were at Costco I spied a huge bag of them and Erik didn't object when I sneaked them into the cart. Now not only have I remembered to buy them but Hannah and Ivan and I have just finished planting 60+ bulbs in the ground. It was difficult to keep Ivan from peeling them like an onion but they sure liked placing them in the hole that I dug. (How come I got the difficult part?) I still have about 10 or 15 bulbs left but I'm trying to decide where else I should plant them. Fall is my favorite time of year but a close second is the very beginning of spring when the daffodils bloom.

"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 the 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 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.

William Wordsworth (1804)

2 comments:

Macaroo42 said...

I love this poem. Thank you for sharing. And I'm very glad you got your bulbs in the ground. We have to plant unromantic garlic this week. Do you have a poem for that? :-)

Mins said...

We just read Wordsworth for Critical theory class... meaning we read the Preface to Lyrical Ballads but, alas, none of the ballads. Ah to actually read poetry again!