to celebrate the publication of my new book


Our colorful 1751 farmhouse will be open to the public. On view will be many of the projects that are featured in Crafting A Pattern Home along with many other things I have made over the years.

This event will be a celebration of the handmade. I hope the day will inspire you to add some pattern and color to your home.

The event is FREE. Books will be available along with some other things I have made. For more information and directions, see the EVENTBRITE PAGE HERE. Although tickets are not mandatory, it will help me get a count to know what to expect. Hope to see you here in western Massachusetts in May.

Monday, May 01, 2017

Daffodils and Memories

It's May Day everyone. Happy May Day!

The daffodils and narcissus are blooming here at the farm. Over the years, I have planted different kinds so now I have a nice collection of different blooms. Some have petered out but others keep multiplying. I love tulips but so do the deer and the sheep so I go for daffs and narcissus. 

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. 

The Daffodils 
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.

Have a great week everyone! 

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Anonymous said...

Love that poem. I memorized it in the 5th grade for a class assignment where everyone had to recite a poem from memory. My mother bought me a shirt to wear that had daffodils on it. I can clearly remember standing up in front of the class and reciting it.

Adaliza said...

You have beautiful daffodils in your garden and they are just perfect in that gorgeous vase. Ours have all been gone for a while over here but I love them so - they're the national flower of Wales - my homeland!

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Loved the poem, you have written it beautifully. Few old memories, you refreshed it. Thank you for sharing it with us