Crowds of Daffodils

Cool weather has made lots of our spring flowers a little late, but it has also kept my front garden colorful for two weeks already.  This is just a small patch of my daffodils.  They cheer me up every time I see them, and I planted about a decade ago so that I can cut with no hesitation.  This little garden has also been infested the last couple years with some purple flowers on stalks, and creeping charlie, but I'll worry about the invasives once the daffodils are done.  For now I want to just enjoy the exuberance of bloom.

BTW, these were taken with the camera that got wet on my last outdoor painting excursion.  Apparently it still works, though it doesn't make the "click" noise when I take the shot. I guess I can live with that.

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,   
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,      5
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.   
 
Continuous as the stars that shine   
  And twinkle on the Milky Way,   
They stretch'd in never-ending line   
  Along the margin of a bay:      10
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,   
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.   
 
The waves beside them danced, but they   
  Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:—   
A poet could not but be gay      15
  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,      20
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