messengers of spring

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.

from Daffodils (1804) by William Wordsworth

And to the flower
a bee is a messenger of love. ~Kahlil Gibran

The modest, lowly violet
In leaves of tender green is set;
So rich she cannot hide from view,
But covers all the bank with blue.
~ Dora Read Goodale



~photos 1 April 2008 in my yard