Dancing with the Daffodils


It’s probably the first verse of the Wordsworth poem that most people know best (I wandered lonely etc etc..), but recently it’s been the last verse that’s been in my head.

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.

My Dad was always a keen gardener, but the last couple of years the dementia kind of made him forget what to do, and have little interest in anything.. This year his daffodils and other bulbs have popped up as usual, but he hasn’t been there to see them.

He’s had a rough couple of months really. First he was in a care home where he declined physically and mentally, then he got flu twice, and then pressure sores. The for weeks he was in hospital where he was admitted with a chest infection, and then ended up on a ward isolated with a vomiting bug, then had pneumonia. Lying there in that hospital bed watching the clock go around must be so boring, but he just seemed to sleep mostly and forget that there was any other place to be. We were struggling to find a nursing home bed for him, struggling more to get social services to do anything they were supposed to, but finally this week he was offered a nursing home place, a nice small place only 20 minutes away from my mum. And today he moved there.

It’s hard to know quite what is going on in his head, but I really hope he can close his eyes, and still see his daffodils, to still remember and see the good things in his life gone by. His dancing days may be over, but he can still dream.

His new room is lovely, sunny with double doors going out to the garden, so maybe we can bring some of his pots and plants by the door, and give him a reason to get out of bed, watch the seasons, get outside and to smell the flowers.

The photos are some of the many daffodils that have popped up in my garden. The bulbs were a birthday present from mum and dad in October, so thanks for that! A glorious display of new life and a new season, Spring really is here.



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