a host

I suspect Wordsworth‘s poem ‘Daffodils‘ is so well-known that its familiarity lends a little contempt.

Still, it is marvellous and uplifting to happen upon a crowd of daffodils, their golden trumpets bouncing in March breezes. After a long winter it’s a lovely sight, especially if you’re lucky enough to have sunshine to add a gleam to their Spring parade.

This image was taken in my local park, where every year sections of the path are lined with their yellow glory. We’ve been blessed with good weather lately, so they were really putting on a show that day.

Unlike Wordsworth, I have an digital image to remind me of their beauty, for as he puts it they are a useful antidote for when things are less sunny:

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.