Daffodils

Spring has arrived desperately late this year. Winter in Toronto has been long and cold and miserable.

The daffodils in my garden bloomed only last week. And that got me thinking of having to memorise William Wordsworth’s poetry at St. Joseph’s High School in Poona, India, in the 1970s.

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.

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