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.
~~ William Wordsworth~~

Daffodils fresh cut from a special and precious friends garden.
My heart and house are filled with flowers.