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 (1804)
The daffodils ~ those harbingers of Spring ~ have almost gone by here, which seems strange as the weather is so cold. Funny how we mark the progress of the season with each crop of flowers ~ the cherry blossoms succeeded by the red bud, the red bud by the dogwood. The daffodils by the tulips...and each one welcomed in its turn and lamented in its passing. For some reason Wordsworth's poem popped into my head today ~ particularly that last verse. Enjoy!