The Daffodils 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.
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
Outdid 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.
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It is near the end of winter here in Oregon. The weather forecast to day is for rain, tomorrow showers, the next day cloudy and chance of rain, and ... eventually there will be a rare day for partial sun between storms. On average, there are 60 days of full sunshine each year, but I haven't seen many yet this winter. The best thing about Winter is the following Spring when nature comes back to life with a rush of new life and colors. I especially like the early bulbs, like daffodils, a reward for hard work of planting in previous Falls. As described in Wordsworth's poem below, I am motivated to plant bulbs like daffodils knowing that I will find myself on the couch in the Winter visualizing the first breaking of ground, the spears of bright green leaves plunging towards the warm sun, and finally challenging the sun's color with its own shade of yellow.
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