Wake up sleepyheads!!!!
From April 1-April 27, Blithewold Mansion, Garden and Arboretum which is located at 101 Ferry Rd, Bristol RI is hosting its annual Daffodil Days. The daffodils got a late start but they are now ready and awaiting visitors. Start with 33 acres of beautiful gardens, views of Narragansett Bay, add tens of thousands of daffodils and you just know that you’re going to have great day– and that spring is finally here in Rhode Island!!!!
During its Daffodil days celebration, Blithewold offers afternoon tea Tuesday through Friday with 1pm and 3pm sittings. The tea includes tea (of course), tea sandwiches, mini pastries and scones. What’s not to like??? (Reservations are a good idea and can be done on-line.)
Aging Smart in RI includes enjoying all that RI has to offer. By the time you read this, Daffodil Days will be half over so grab some friends and make a day of it before the daffodils are gone– and make sure to leave a little time to explore the town of Bristol which has its own great history and ambiance–with restaurants and shops, of course! So much to see, so little time!!! For admission prices, tea prices, driving directions and other particulars, click on Blithewold Mansion, Garden and Arboretum.
Thought we’d share this poem by William Wordsworth–we think that maybe Will must have gone to Daffodil Days at Blithewold–what say you???
Daffodils
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 daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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.
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