Following a busy day behind the bar I jumped into the car and began my journey home. Whilst driving through the valley I couldn’t help but to notice the beauty which surrounded me.
The sun was gently glowing from behind the hedgerows casting a golden light upon the shimmering spring shower puddles, the flowers were in full bloom and the birds were twittering in the trees.
Spring has finally sprung and the countryside looks fresh following its long winters sleep. Don’t get me wrong, I love the winter months as I do the warm summer sunshine but there’s nothing quite like those mid-seasons. Spring and even more so, Autumn for bringing beauty and endless colour to the landscape in which we live.
I am incredibly lucky to live in the area of the greats from William Wordsworth, Samuel Coleridge, Thomas de Quincey and John Ruskin to the World famous Beatrix Potter. I can see precisely where they found their inspiration for their famous and much-loved work simply by looking around and observing nature.
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.
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