What? Daffodils in Bloom?

Daffodils in bloom

No doubt about it, the daffodil is my favorite spring flower. They usually raise their sunny heads in time for my birthday at the end of March. But, lo, yesterday I spotted an entire bank of the yellow flowers blossoming at the base of an old stone wall. The wall is in full sun most of the day and I guess its warmth tricked those guys into blooming very early. The heads looked a bit droopy as the nights have been cold so the sight of the harbingers of spring didn't thrill me quite like the ones in the following ode by William Wordsworth.

What's blooming in your world?

Daffodils

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. 

William Wordsworth