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.