Earlier this year I experienced sheer joy in seeing these glorious daffodils. I wonder if this is the joy William Wordsworth talks about in his poem : I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud
Two of the lines in his poem are:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought
Its amazing how joy can linger in a memory of a simple moment. Just thinking of this field of daffodils brings a smile to my face.
Shobhna
