Daffodil or Jonquil?

Today's blog is another encore post, 

first published March 4, 2012 under the title "Dance of the Daffodils."

I have always loved these bright yellow flowers.

If not for robins and daffodils, would we be as certain spring had arrived?

There is no spring flower more eagerly anticipated than the daffodil.

When the first shoots of green leaves appear,

the heart stirs with optimism.

When  the first bud appears, delight.

Daffodil blossoms bow their heads in grace

and brighten melancholy days.

I don't think anyone can express better

than Wordsworth the joy of seeing daffodils in the spring.

So today I'm sharing the first and last stanzas

of his poem about daffodils:

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

"Daffodils" 

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. . . .

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.

Wordsworth wrote this poem in 1804,

after coming upon a mass of daffodils

while walking with his sister.

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