Mountain flowers

 


William Wordsworth joined me as I wandered the hills this afternoon - at least his words came to me suddenly:
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 arrowleaf balsamroot;
Beside the trail, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze....
OK, well, those aren't quite his words, but there were no daffodils in the area. But I was no less thrilled than Mr. Wordsworth at the beauty of what I saw. I am so enthralled by wildflowers; their beauty, variety, color, scent, variations - so much to appreciate!
Truly, I #GiveThanks for the pure joy of flowers, one of nature's happiest gifts to us.



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