I hope everyone is having a wonderful and blessed March so far! Spring has arrived to Northern CA early and it's beautiful. We need more rain though.
This past Saturday my son, his wife and my granddaughter Morgan went to Daffodil Hill in Volcano CA not far from Sacramento CA. It was a beautiful day. Spring is here.
This was a wonderful day trip, it's free to get in, you can leave a donation. Parking is free. It's a 1 hour 20 minute drive for us or maybe even less.
In 2005 10 years ago Morgan and I went to Daffodil Hill and so we have then and now photos. We sat on the very same log, but I cropped the photo a bit to much to see that. She was 6 then and is 16 now. Forget how old I was then and now. :)
My DIL, my son and Morgan
My favorite Daffodil that day
A few more photos this time from 2005 with mom and Morgan.
Just precious memories.
Here is a link to my May 2005 photos of this day, there are 50 of them total.
A Poem by William Wordsworth. How interesting his name goes along with his writing of poems.
Here is a poem by William Wordsworth.
~~DAFFODILS (1815) A POEM BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH~~
Introduction (about the poem):• The inspiration for the poem came from a walk he took with his sister Dorothy around Glencoyne Bay, Ullswater, in the Lake District on April 15, 1802, came across a "long belt" of daffodils.• Written in 1804, it was first published in 1807 in Poems in Two Volumes, and a revised version, the more commonly known, was released in 1815.• It consists of four six-line stanzas, in iambic tetrameter and an ABABCC rhyme scheme.• Well known, and often anthologized, "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" is commonly seen as a classic of English romanticism within poetry.
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.
Jocund means cheerful and lighthearted.