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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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
I haven't seen a host at a glance like William Wordsworth but I have seen a host all around town. We are just filled with them. Last Thursday, Friday, and Monday we pick bunches. All three places we picked the blooms were different. It is so cheery to have fresh flowers filling the house. It is amazing how they can change a room. I picked until my vases were full and the ladies I visit teach each had bouquets. They were big, fragrant, and bright. While picking it has been fun to think about the wealth of heavenly father's creations and sing "I often go walking","All things bright and beautiful." and of course Williams words. I remember having a conversation with my mom about times in our life when we were shown a "wealth" like Wordsworth. Hers were awesome. I think one of mine would be waking up in bed looking out the window and seeing 50+ hot air balloons. They gently sailed and filled the sky in the immaculate Sunday morning light. I do wish I could have seen the ten thousand daffidils and what my mom has seen but I am thrilled with my hot air balloons.
A lot of what I see reminds me of something else I have seen. My Grandma Dorothy had a print (now at my parents house) of a Shepard on hill looking over his flock. It kind of looks like this but in the empty space on the ridge the Shepard is standing.Placed right on the third. I think this image is lacking without him there but I like it anyway because I think of the print I love.
In an effort to be fair I am posting a photo of each of them. I keep thinking that one of them might think, "I love the other more because so-in-so has more photos on the blog." With regards to the photo of Clara, Kelly commented that she is hichhiking while I though, "Why did the Clara cross the road?" John is standing on his changing table saying "cheese." I think it is amazing that he automatically knows to say it and to stay still. He is a good boy.
Hopper painted a painting called "House by the Railroad." This photo reminded me of it even though it is not as isolated as Hoppers.
I wandered lonely as a cloud 
I get really sheepish posting photos of plants and not knowing the names of them. It leaves me to try to think of a title. When I saw this plant on one of our walks I knew that in the spring I would go back and photograph it. Today I did. I though for sure it was a magnolia tree/bush thing but when I saw it today I knew I was wrong. Do you know?
It was fun to take photos of this darling baby. He was looking around and thinking about things. What a great quality in a person!
My fabulous friend Julie invited us down to her Grandfather's Ranch on Friday. Clara loved feeding the sheep and John had a epiphany when he heard the donkey bray. It was the cutest thing in the world. I reveled in Julies company and stayed up far to late Thursday night. Nothing can compare to an old friend.
Mom emailed me. Turns out is was just another type.
