Daffodils

I took a picture of myself looking moody, my hood was up and jacket zipped up to the nose. It was going to be a ‘before’ picture as outside, it was pouring down. As soon as I set foot out the door however, the rain ceased and sun began shining. I took my jacket off, tied it around my waist and enjoyed my run of around 5 miles.

When I got home, I picked a bunch of daffodils to cheer up the living room. They are my Mum’s favourite flower and I am always fascinated by the huge variety that appear every year. I remember on the news, there was a story about how in a field boundary (I can’t remember where) the land had been ploughed particularly deeply one year and as a result, a very old variety of daffodils had been unearthed. They only found out when they flowered, there was this lovely thought that these people were the first to see this variety in many, many years. It seems so appropriate now, as the clocks have changed and Spring is really here. “What is sown is perishable; what is raised is imperishable.” 1 Corinthians 15:42

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 Wandered Lonely As A Cloud, William Wordsworth


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