25 April 2008
17 April 2008
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd -
A host of golden daffodils
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
in such a jocund company:
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
12 April 2008
This is a peek at Gracie's album. I'm pleased with how it turned out, although, you know how you find more stuff after you're done, like a crown stamp, stickers, etc.
Go Go Green Jello!