Welcome to the Edith Pearl BLOG. If you’re craving fields of brilliant yellow Daffodils, this is the place to be! Every property and byway boasts “hosts of them”.

Not to reinvent the wheel, I will copy the wonderful poem “Daffodils” by William Wordsworth (1700-1850). Not sure about you, many of us of a certain age had to memorize and recite poems in school. Enjoy and you are not required to memorize!

Daffodils

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.

For you diehards, if any, here is one link to the interpretation of the poem