What a turn around in just a week :)
The first of the three villages daffodil festivals was a
white-out. This week, at Oxenhall spring was out in all its glory. The
woodlands shimmered in yellow green n gold and the daffodils and crowds were
out in their hordes.
Also in this country pastiche were riders, Traveller carts
(complete with solar panel) and the annual MG collectors gathering on the green
in front of the ‘Poets Church’ at Dymock.
The daffs in the garden and the Forest were bent double
under the weight of snow but these sturdy little gems recover quickly and were
standing proud saluting the early spring sun.
I Wandered Lonely as
a Cloud
By William Wordsworth
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.
