Daffodils Are Blooming Somewhere, Just Not Here....Yet

The Daffodils

William Wordsworth, 1770 - 1850

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.

Spring Prelude

As the earth and water (ice) around here begins to thaw, my son Kent took advantage of his viewpoint 

on another bridge to snap a few photos of the North Saskatchewan River this past week.

As you can see, the ice break up and melting is well under way.  

Now 9 days and counting.....

Spring is on its way!!!  It's the most wonderful time of the year!!