“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….”
My mother loved art, music and literature and she loved a number of poems especially “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth. An energetic, tireless woman, she suffered from Alzheimer’s disease in her latter years which stole her vitality and her mind. I saw her every day and although she had great difficulty speaking, I could lead her through the first three lines of her favorite poem, “Daffodils,” hundreds of times prompting her to recite the fourth line which always brought her great pleasure.
Although I brought my mom flowers all the time, I never brought her daffodils and even more strange, I did not know what daffodils looked like. Sadly, my mom passed away in 2010 just short of her 92nd birthday.
Several weeks ago while at Tender Crop Farm, I saw some pretty yellow flowers. I had a sudden urge to purchase a small bunch thinking they would look warm on my writing desk. I was hesitant because I had never purchased flowers for myself. Nevertheless, I purchased a bunch and so enjoyed them that I returned the following week to purchase more. On my third trip back, the flowers were not in their familiar place. I looked around, somewhat upset, and yes! I saw them against a side wall under a sign which said “Daffodils.” Uncontrollably, my eyes filled with tears. I fought to compose myself realizing without question why I was drawn to those delicate, yellow blossoms. My mother has been speaking to me. Oh my God, I thought, fighting back the tears. I purchased several bunches and placed them reverently on my writing table.