On a drive over to Bathurst a week or two ago I insisted that we take the quick detour on the side road to Rydal because there is a property not far off the main road where thousands of daffodils flower. It was too early then, but this weekend they were perfect. Musing: From Daffodils by William Wordsworth 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 the bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in a sprightly dance.
"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring"