It Must Be Spring

My favorite flowers are daffodils. They are so bright and cheery, and I'm always happy to see them because it means winter is over (or almost). Well, it's that time of year again, and I don't think that I've ever been so happy to see them! Coincidentally (or maybe not), my favorite poem is by William Wordsworth entitled "Daffodils." With a little help from picnik, I'm celebrating spring today, even if the calendar does say it's not until March 20th, - you can't argue with the daffodils!

Here's the whole poem, since you probably aren't interested enough to look up the rest of it. ;)

I wander'd 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 stretch'd 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.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).