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Spring has sprung up all around us with blossoms and crocuses (Croci?)  and my favourite, daffodils. All those golden heads waving in the breeze always makes me smile! Here is a picture taken from outside our local public house.

Daffodil Trivia – did I mention that I love daffodils?

Ancient Romans cultivated daffodils and believed that sap extracted from the flowers possessed healing properties.

Daffodils were a symbol of chivalry during Victorian times. They are a symbol of hope today.

And, since it is impossible to think of golden daffodils without thinking of a certain poem, I'll leave you with that. Extra bit of trivia – did you know that Wordsworth actually wrote two versions of this poem? The second version is probably the best known, and the one I use below, but if you want to compare, you can find the original here.

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I wandered lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth

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