‘I wander’d 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 …..’
‘Daffodils‘ by William Wordsworth (1804)
Wandering home from my college among the hills of Garhyan earlier this week I had a deja vu moment .Spring had come to the Western mountains (Jebel Nafusa) in Libya and the hills were abloom. The sudden sighting of a dense patch of daffodils in the olive orchard took me back to my school days.Back then in the poetry class I had struggled to visualise Wordsworth’s most famous work.Now,decades later, gazing at the serendipitous sight in the olive orchard the picture was finally complete.
Even though my house is a fair distance from the college I preferred to walk.It was spring after all.The skies were clear and a warm sun was shining down . There was a buzz in the air with the bees busy at work. The route from my college was transformed into a beautiful carpet of multihued flowers.yellow,white,purple, orange,violet.. .Almond trees were in full bloom with their pretty white flowers.The area contains many olive orchards which produce what are considered among the world’s finest olives. There below the olive trees the turmoil of last year seemed like a distant memory.Yes,Libya was alive and well.