I've noticed yellow daffodils brightening the yards of our neighbors.
As yet, ours are still deciding when to bloom.
The bright yellow against the still barren earth cause me to remember a poem by William Wordsworth titled "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud."
I recalled that his inspiration for the poem came from his sister Dorothy who described them as the siblings walked together near a lake and we're observing the daffodils on the lakeside.
Some of the poem William later wrote follows:
". . . all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
. . . Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance."
I like that William used Dorothy's words in the poem. Often others help us appreciate the beauty around us. Charles Kuralt, the former traveling newspaper correspondent, recalled the gift of two daffodil bulbs from a friend to mark his retirement.
At first Kuralt thought his friend had sent them as a joke, but instead he read an attached tag which told him the bulbs had been registered with the Royal Horticultural Society as "Narcissus Charles Kuralt" daffodils.
Kuralt planted the bulbs on a slope above a mill pond near his country home. Back in New York he often wondered if they would grow. One morning after moving back home he noted the first daffodils in bloom, delicate and refined in their beauty.
They continued to multiply each year and Charles enjoyed sharing bulbs with friends and family. He said, "Of all the awards given to me to recognize my work and dinners, awards, amusing speeches . . . my name on a building" this one would continue to be appreciated every spring for years "after the man of the same name is gone."
My husband remembers still the beginning of his first poem written while he was in eighth grade which went, "I saw a flower upon the hill. I could tell by the smell 'twas a daffodil."
The remembrance of beauty stays with us and enriches our lives when recalled.
Each year as flowers begin to bloom it is easy to wax poetic and to want to share our feelings with others.
I hope when you observe spring flowers this year, you will remember Dorothy and William Wordsworth, and Charles Kuralt for their gift in words of the beauty of daffodils.