Poem “Daffodils”

My granddaughter, on a special birthday one on one date with Grandma in lieu of a wrapped birthday present. We went shopping. She is wearing the little sundress and the sunglasses I bought her. She didn’t take the sunglasses off all day long. We also do a photo-shoot around town and I loved this one of her, squatting, sniffing the daffodils at Aunt Anna’s.

POEM: DAFFODILS BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH with Quote and Photos about Tasha Tudor’s Lifestyle and her Daffodils.


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.

A great story about other daffodils from the book “The Private World of Tasha Tudor.”  

  • Tasha Tudor always wanted ‘to live on a secluded farm . . . with a garden and a menagerie of household pets and barnyard animals, and to illustrate children’s books.’ And that’s exactly what she did. This gorgeous book lovingly displays her life and her illustrations while recounting her personal philosophy of living an 1830’s style life. Review: Ms. Tudor’s ‘greatest pleasure is clearly her garden.’ After seeing the spectacular images of the blooms bursting from that rocky Vermont soil, your views of what can be done with gardens will be transformed forever.

    For example, she has over 1000 daffodils

“I always wanted to live in Vermont, and because I always get my own way, this is where I settled.  The first thing I did was plant daffodils ~ over a thousand.  The road was impassable, so I carried them in by backpack.  And my rhododendrons I brought in through a foot of snow in a wheelbarrow.”  Tasha Tudor



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Daffodil Bulbs



Poem: The Arrow and The Song by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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A favorite photo of mine of my oldest granddaughter. She is so focused on the target. A novice at shooting an arrow but the desire to aim true is an ingrained aspect of her personality. She is holding tight to the bow and wanting the arrow to fly to its intended target.

A lesson in life: Holding tight and letting go; knowing when to do the right thing.

The Arrow and the Song
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow      1807–1882

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.