A host of golden daffodils

I love the poem ‘Daffodils’ by William Wordsworth and I’ve thought of it sometimes during lockdown as it’s very poignant. The poem is lovely and the flowers themselves are so pretty and such a welcome, vibrant colour in the spring – just cheerful without doing or saying anything.

Last Sunday I went to the riverside to photograph Privvi with the daffodils in the sunshine. I was hoping to use the shots for Mother’s Day but they didn’t turn out well so I staged a shot with some yellow roses at home instead (which worked brilliantly).

Here’s the first and last verse of the poem as it’s a bit long to include it all…

‘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…

…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.


Published by AnnaH

My name's Anna and I decided to write a blog following an accident last year. I will never regain the full use of my right hand and an operation led to additional, ongoing complications. This is about my struggles following the accident and the challenges of trying to save the use I still have in my hand. It’s a story about my product and why it appeared in my head one day because of my traumatic experiences. How I took that positive vision and worked towards bringing it to life. The challenges of putting it together and getting it to the market whilst still undergoing debilitating, ongoing treatment. It's a journey you can share with me. I'm not there yet...

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