It is a tradition that we hike up the hill to see the thousands of daffodils when they bloom.
We did that this evening as our supper cooked.
It is a magical spot, high above the river.
There is no home there now. The house got moved down the road a ways. Only the daffodils remain.
Blooms in every direction.
Those folks must have felt like they were on top of the world, watching the river flow by below.
It is a dream. A daffodil-filled dream.
Flower
It must have been hard to leave all those daffodils behind!
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There are none where the house was moved. Also there is a little store-like building with the house. I wonder if they were moved when the bridge was built? Was there a ferry before? There are shoals at the site of the old bridge.
I would love to know more. I have books about the area. None addresses these questions.
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Splendid sight. It makes one speculate about who planted them
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I stand on that hill and envision someone planting them a century ago when the world was very different.
The daffodils connect us across time.
Thanks Knight
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What a beautiful place. 😃
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It gives me chills.
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The people moved on but not the daffodils. Beautiful!
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I have enjoyed them for over thirty years. The sight is simply gorgeous.
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Marvellous!
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Yes it is. Thanks
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nostalgic
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Feels sacred.
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It does feel sacred. I always stand on that hill and feel transported to another time. The wind blows up from the water and the trees and flowers sway. I feel like I am accompanied by the former residents. It is peaceful energy.
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