More changes

Some more photographs of my garden today.

I think I'm right when I call these grape hyacinths. Please correct me if I'm mistaken. I love the delicate blue and the shape of the individual flower bells.

These ones are definitely hyacinths. I have examples of a few different colours in the garden. The one thing which they do all have in common is the scent, which is gorgeous!

Oops! Where did that One Water come from?

I don't normally like pink, but cherry blossom is a definite exception...

...especially against a clear blue sky!

And the daffodils are still dancing.

Changes

Slightly less than 2 months ago, my garden looked like this:

 

What a difference now!

First came the snowdrops, followed by the crocuses, then the daffodils and now, everywhere I look, the garden is bursting into life. This is definitely the time of year when it is at its best. The bulbs and the blossom give a glorious show of colour, before the summer-long battle with the weeds really hots up.

It's a huge amount of work and I don't always devote the time or effort which it requires, but, having spent 12 years in a small, mid-row, back to back terrace with a tablecloth sized patch of soil, I am grateful for my garden!

                          

Daffodils

A couple of months ago, a friend and I met for lunch at one of the many garden centres around Derby. Afterwards, we browsed the bookshop and came across a book with an amusing title. I can't remember it exactly, but the gist was that the book was full of poems which we had probably learned at school and believed we knew, but, if challenged, would struggle to recite past the first verse?

This particular poem has to be one of the most famous English poems ever written, and seemed very appropriate for Easter Monday. I managed about half of verse two, with the odd snippet from three and four. Shameful! :(

I wandered lonely as a Cloud

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 be but 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.

by William Wordsworth (Published in Collected Poems, 1815)

But did you know that this was actually Wordsworths second stab at this particular poem? His first version, written in 1804 and published in 1807, has only three stanzas. Verse two is omitted completely, while 1, 3 and 4 have subtle changes.

The poem was inspired by an entry in the journal of his sister Dorothy, after they had taken a walk along the shores of Ullswater in the spring sunshine; a lake which, I suspect, is going to become more familiar to me over the next three years, as my eldest son is hoping to attend the University of Cumbria, based in Penrith - Ullswater being the closest of the lakes at about 8 miles from campus.

A baggage-ferrying, round-trip of 320 miles has to have some compensations! :)

Belated PS: I find it fascinating when other blogs which I follow have similar themes or particular references which link with what I also have blogged. It's over a week since I decided to write about daffodils on Easter Monday, and today, there is a quote from Wordsworth's poem on this blog:
http://www.saltairedailyphoto.blogspot.com/ , which I thoroughly enjoy reading daily!  Do take a peek.