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I think one of my favorite parts of spring is spring flowers, in particular hyacinths, tulips and daffodils. They don’t last long, but they are cheery while they do, bringing color back into the world after the white/gray/darkness of winter. Of course, like many things, probably part of that enjoyment is that I grew up watching these flowers come forth each year, and even helped with planting them so they would.
I ventured out to Trader Joe’s this morning for a little shopping and they had their annual sale of daffodils going on. I hadn’t seen a flyer that mentioned they were in stock or I would have gone just for those alone. Now I have a vase of 30 stems on my table, waiting to burst into full bloom.
In the movie You’ve Got Mail, Meg Ryan’s character declares daisies to be the friendliest flower. But I believe I am with William Wordsworth on this:
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
One of the most delightful things I saw when I visited the British Isles years ago was daffodils blooming any and everywhere. In yards, in parks, in woodlands and even alongside the road.
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
Indeed! I have no nearby lake, or fields and trees stretched wide around me – just my living room, but still they have that wondrous effect.
How did we get from Killer Clowns to Daffodils? Beats me. Stream of consciousness?
[If you’d like to read the full poem, see: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/45521%5D