Sunday, March 29, 2009

My Heart with Pleasure Fills

Happy Sunday morning to you. Fosco bought these daffodil stalks at Whole Foods this week. To my mind, nothing says spring like daffodils--just don't drink the water (I've tried it--it's poison).

"When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow park we saw a few daffodils close to the water side, we fancied that the lake had floated the seeds ashore & that the little colony had so sprung up--But as we went along there were more & yet more & at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about & about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness & the rest tossed & reeled & danced & seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon then over the Lake, they looked so gay ever glancing ever changing. This wind blew directly over the Lake to them. There was here & there a little knot & a few stragglers a few yards higher up but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity & unity & life of that one busy highway--We rested again & again."

Dorothy Wordsworth, describing a walk she took with her brother William (apparently, the inspiration for his poem)
Grasmere Journal
April 1802

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