Daffodils continued...

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 leaves 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.

William Wordsworth, 1170-1850

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Here are the Petite Daffodil Pillows as promised!

Each spring I make several little tokens of spring, daffodil pillows being one of many.

The ones pictured above are available on my website, though a few have already sold today:

www.honeysucklelane.com/needlework.htm.

I have more that need to be stuffed, and they will be listed in my Honeysuckle Lane Etsy shop over the weekend:

http://www.honeysucklelane.etsy.com/.

Thanks for stopping by and have a blessed weekend!

Lana

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