This was on Easter weekend:
Same shot now:
Pretty cool huh?
If you recall, the daffodils and forsythias were just about to bloom. Well they've arrived.
The Daffodils put me in mind of the Wordsworth poem
I WANDER'D 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;
... 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.
The forsythias are less eloquent though.
Everytime I look at them I feel like they're saying "Spring, mofo's!" (although in my head they are a bit more PG-13)
Spring! BAM! In your face!
Makes me wonder what Wordsworth would've sounded like if he was a slam poet.
