jocund company

yesterday i bought myself a small little pot of daffodils. i was at the grocery. i was sad. and there they were. for 3 whole dollars. i splurged. and bought a non-useful, non edible item.

flowers are not useful. well ok, they produce oxygen. and they will attract bees. and bees are good for us. people are worrying right now about bee extinction. because after the bees go, then we go.

but you definitely shouldn't eat a daffodil. they will poison you. so even if they are useful, they aren't edible.

i like daffodils though. mainly i like their color. but do i like daffodils because i like yellow? or do i like yellow because i like daffodils?

hard to say.

but they do make me feel better, sitting there by the window. so i guess you could call them anti-depressants also.

here is william wordsworth:

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.