“I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high over vales and hills…” said William Wordsworth in 1804, beginning his famous Daffodils poem.
I think about this poem as I watch the daffodil bulbs I planted in November unfurl in the yard.

The day was dark when I buried these bulbs.

“And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils…”