A poem for Monday…

Thanks to Steve Layman for posting this poem. I love ANYTHING to do with 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.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched 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.

-William Wordsworth

via Anderson Layman’s Blog: A poem for Monday….

I’m so glad that nearby Door County, Wisconsin is a mecca for Daffodils — or Doorfodils — as they call them…

Back in 1993, Bob Hastings Jr. started enlisting fellow members of the Door County Chamber of Commerce in a daffodil bulb planting campaign that he called the Festival of Blossoms. His son, Bob Hastings III, put the plan into action as director of the Chamber now known as the Door County Visitor Bureau. Since then, it is estimated that more than 2.5 million of these spring-flowering bulbs have been planted throughout Door County to compliment the white sea of trillium in the forests, the cherry and apple tree blossoms and all of the other abundant wild flowers.

via Activities | Door County Lodging.

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