A Host of Golden Daffodils

Rising up through the leaves, the daffodils arrived earlier than usual here this Spring. The picture in the foreground was painted by my mother, who died in 2013 at the age of 101. This picture reminds me of her, her love of life, the arts and literature. The daffodil is also the National Flower of Wales, and my father was Welsh. I also wonder if she had in mind Wordsworth's poem while she was painting:

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.

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