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A host of golden daffodils

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.

Daffodil time

The daffodils in my garden have been delighting me for weeks but are just about finished. West of the mountains the they are just hitting their peak. Rydal had their daffodil festival this weekend. Musing: In time of daffodils by e.e. Cummings in time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream, remember so(forgetting seem) in time of roses(who amaze our now and here with paradise) forgetting if,remember yes in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek(forgetting find) and in a mystery to be (when time from time shall set us free) forgetting me,remember me.