I haven't done a Green Thumb Sunday post for quite sometime because I haven't been doing any gardening at all.
Anyway, the first flowers to bloom were the narcissus. They look lovely.

Over here, the yellow daffodils flowering everywhere signal that spring has arrived.
My daughter's daffodils which she planted from bulbs also started flowering and I helped her transfer from the pot to the ground.


I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD by William Wordsworth (1804)
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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