One of the most welcome sights every Spring are the yummy yellow daffodils scattered about. There they are in yards, along driveways, roadways, in pots, planters and even in the grocery stores. Who among us can resist buying a bunch?
Their faithful appearance every year is a most hopeful sign Winter (that never seemed to end this year) is soon to be finally over. I would go so far as to say, life affirming is the sight. Because, for just a moment you smile and want to thank the gardener for thinking ahead to plant the bulbs. A bright moment in ones day as you feast your eyes upon them. Maybe you try to go by the locations you discovered them….again and again. The yummy yellow daffodils, alas, are not in bloom for very long so enjoy and take in the wonder of them as oft as you can.
“Daffodils”, the poem by William Wordsworth, sums up many of my thoughts about the delicious flower. Therein he captures the beauty and “gay” feeling that comes with gazing upon them. It is short poem, but well worth reading again or for the first time maybe. I wonder, did he write the poem by Rydal Mount, his home in Grasmere, England? Did he have a garden filled with daffodils or scattered about on the vast property? Did he pass a patch of them in someones garden? Actually, it is believed that his inspiration was from a walk he and his wife Dorothy took on April 15, 1802 along the shore of Glencoyne Bay, Ullswater on their way back to Grasmere. Dorothy wrote about the encountering the mass of daffodils in her journal on that day.
Spring….the beginning, full of hope, time to create your little garden or just one pot for the window and feel good about yourself for doing so. Maybe such efforts will bring a smile to a passerby. Paying it forward to anothers’ sense of well being.