Ok I know you really expect roses at the end of wake up and smell the … but have you ever stopped to smell the daffodils? The scent is incredible.
As I went round the cabins today putting daffodils in the vases I was reminded of the lovely poem by Wordsworth – A Host of Golden Daffodils. The last verse resonates ..
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.
As our guests are lying on their couch in the forest this Easter weekend I hope their hearts are full of pleasure and dancing with the daffodils.
Have a wonderful Easter weekend. x