A Host of Golden Daffodils
In New York, for the last several years, early Spring has been heralded by hordes of tulips (I don’t remember when this became a thing; it definitely wasn’t when I was growing up). In Farnham, it seems to be daffodils which, unlike NYC’s daffodils, are growing wild everywhere you look.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
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.
I continue to be struck by the long shadow this little, dying plant casts from the windowsill
The Union Road leads past the Gostrey Meadow, where the flowers look spectral in their frosty coats.
The Frost Perched on the Town
Saw this and Joni Mitchell came to mind.
In the beautiful garden behind the castle
Tide Pool Canvases
Amazing flora and fauna growing in tidal pools in the polygonal rock tops at the Giant’s Causeway in Co. Antrim, Northern Ireland. Here are some examples that look almost like abstract paintings to me.
Click any image to see them all full-size (if you’re seeing this in an email, you’ll need to click through to obBLOGato first).
Sea of Daisies
More Spanish Moss
It’s not really moss, you know?
Alfred Caldwell Lily Pool
Lincoln Park, Chicago, Illinois. Click any image to see them all enlarged.