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.
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.
--William Wordsworth
A few years ago, my thoughtful husband surprised me with a beautiful bulb garden to brighten a cold and colorless January. Now, the bulb garden has become a tradition, bringing a shot of warmth to the dreariness that is winter in the Midwest.
When my husband brought this one home a couple of days ago, the daffodils had just popped their colorful heads out of the buds. The white hyacinth was just peeking through and the crocus was a mere green nub.
I hope you'll come back over the next couple of weeks and watch with me as the illusion of spring unfolds in my dining room.
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Ann, thanks so much for stopping by my blog and leaving a comment. :) And I too am in the Midwest and so very much appreciate seeing the beauty of color and life as we approach the dreariest of months!
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Linda
itallstartedwithpaint@gmail.com
Love your bulb garden, beautiful!
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What a pretty touch of spring!
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