The humble daffodil

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One of the things I love about living in Wales, is that throughout Spring, no matter where you go you will never be far from a golden bunch of daffodils.

Of course, the daffodil is our national flower, so it is only right that roadsides and roundabouts, gardens and vases will all burst forth with their bright yellow blooms come March marking the end of winter and welcoming spring.

Even the rainiest of days, and we get plenty of those here in Wales, can be brightened when you see the tufts of golden trumpets swaying in the breeze.


It seems that even William Wordsworth had a soft spot for the humble little daffodil way back in the 1800s, apparently this poem was inspired by a walk he took with his sister when they came across a long belt of daffodils. Most people will be familiar with the first four lines but the whole poem is lovely.

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.”

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The Daffodil

Do you love seeing the daffodils everywhere during the spring too?


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