Daffodils

I love the daffodil glade at the Morton Arboretum. I have pictures of myself there when I was a little girl. I remember going there every spring. I remember going there as a teenager, holding hands with my boyfriend. Now I'm going there again with that boyfriend--now he's my husband and we have out two kids with us!
Here are a few pictures from our day today.

Even though the daffodils aren't as grand as some years thanks to the nasty weather we've had this April, there's something about daffodils that make me so happy--that make everyone happy I believe. I remember in high school we had to memorize a poem and I chose this one: (I don't' have it memorized any more but who needs memory with Google and everything instant these days?).

I WANDER'D 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 stretch'd 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.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

Then again, maybe I should memorize this again and have the words on my mind as I'm in the field of daffodils.