I know winter in California is nothing to complain about. But it’s still my least favorite season. December brings Christmas, but then the lights and the cookies and the carols are done. January wears on, and sweaters get thin in the elbows. Windshield wipers fray. I start to long for spring.
And then there are daffodils.
My mom brought me a miniature bucket of them for my office the other day. Yellow and sprightly, they brighten the whole room. I remember studying abroad in England and admiring the hardy bulbs, the only things daring to bloom in a stubbornly cold April.
British poet William Wordsworth, whose cottage we visited, admired them too. They filled his quaint garden, where I sat and jotted notes nearly four years ago.
He admired these flowers so much that one of his most famous poems is called “Daffodils.” It starts with these lines:
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.
I only really understood what he meant when I saw the fields of daffodils that sprawl over the English countryside while spring is still clinging to winter.
Maybe you need a cheerful sprig of yellow, a bucket of daffodils, in your life today. They’re flowers of hope. May they remind both of us that spring is coming.
4 thoughts on “A Bucket of Daffodils”
I think yellow is such a happy color 🙂 On a grey, rainy day, my rain boots & yellow coat always make me smile.
I love your yellow coat! You look like a daffodil yourself in it 🙂
Maybe God chose yellow–and perhaps daffodils–especially for grey days?? What beautiful photos and reminders that hope is just around the bend when we look around…
🙂 Thanks for the pretty bucket of them!