In fifth grade, the teacher insisted we memorize a poem every week. At the time I thought Mrs. Robinson was very demanding, but she had the right idea. All these years later I remember what became one of my favorite poems.
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: 10
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, 20
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Symbolizing rebirth and new beginnings, the daffodil, or narcissus, as it is also called, is virtually synonymous with spring. It is also the March flower.
Daffodils are popular in New England and there are naturalized plantings along field-stone walls, in highway buffers, and yards everywhere.
I’ve wanted to plant them for years, but we’re usually still in Florida when they bloom so my husband wasn’t encouraging.
Finally, three years ago, I decided what the heck. We won’t always be traveling and the bulbs will only multiply.
I went to the store and bought four bags of bulbs. There is a weird tool that looks like an apple corer to plant the bulbs. I found it difficult to use and after three bulbs got a shovel. I had over two hundred bulbs to plant. (I tend to go overboard.) I actually dug a trench fourteen inches wide and six inches deep. It stretched across the garden in front of the porch.
I missed them when we returned in the end of April, but this year we’ll be home in time because of all the snow. I'm taking lots of photos and
I’m looking forward to them.
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