Dances with Daffodils


Temperatures in the 50s, sun shining brightly, air as crisp and clean as newly laundered sheets – who could resist working in the garden on such a day?  However four years of drought have stressed many of our plants, some to the point where they will not make it.  Others were sacrificed to make way for a new drip system, which will save water but turned parts of the backyard into Mudville, only without the baseball team.


But the noble daffodil, the national flower of Wales and symbol of cancer charities, hid deep beneath the chaos and when all was done, forged through the mud.

Seeing these green stalks rising from devastation, made my heart dance with joy.

To quote William Wordsworth:

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.

Another survivor – the humble ornamental strawberry.



And so, I’m happy to report there is joy in Mudville tonight! Mighty Casey has indeed hit a homer.

Now to keep those pesky weeds and “volunteers” from taking over!