Every year, I pick a bundle of daffodils and place them in this turquoise vase. I look forward to this arrangement each year. The yellow flowers are picked up by the relief flowers of the vase. I don't know anything about the vase but I love it and am glad the cats haven't broken it yet.
When the daffodils bloom, they remind me of my Dad who was an incredible gardener. He loved all flowers and was always bringing them in the house or to his office the brighten up the reception area of his business. In his wallet, he carried this poem by William Wordsworth. Every season when the daffodils bloom, I think of Daddy and read the poem again.
By William Wordsworth (1804)
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
Out-did 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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