February 26, 2004
The Daffodils
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.
Ok, so they weren't as continuous as the stars that shine. This host amounted to little more than a dozen, but when I spotted them on Monday they still made my heart sing. Spring has sprung!
This morning, it's -7 outside. We have reinforcements joining us in Norwich from Italy and London, and remotely from Germany. The stage is set. The deadline is clear. It's going to be a rough few days (and a rough few months). Let's do this thing.
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.