Today is a good day.

[watervole]

As I was walking back from the gym, I concluded that today is a good day.

Firstly, because I've recovered enough from the lurgi to actually be able to do 20 mins swimming. (and although it's been a couple of weeks since my last swim, I notice that my breath control is improving on strokes like front crawl)

Secondly, and most important, there are daffodils. Bright, bouncy, breezy daffodils in all their glory. I do not believe that there is any flower that conveys a more simple joy than the daffodil. There are prettier flowers, more gorgously coloured flowers, there are flowers that bring quiet delight when found hiding on a grassy bank, but there are none that trumpet spring more loudly, none that bounce in a breeze with such brassy confidence, none that look more vivid on a spring morning.

As long as there are daffodils in the world, I have hope for the future.

Comments

[kalypso-v.livejournal.com]

The trouble with daffodils is that the Cumbrian councils think it's their duty to plant several thousand of them on the outskirts of every town. And they plant the wrong daffodils - enormous specimens - when the Wordsworths would have been looking at the little bright wild ones. I have some of those in my garden, and I like them, but in the Lakes you get pretty fed up with daffodils at this time of year.

Gregariousness of clouds: they vary, don't they?