I have had this vintage Spring tea towel for several years and keep forgetting to get it out every Spring. I happened to rediscover it this morning so it was meant to be.

It is made to hang as it has a pocket for a dowel rod to go through, so I added the dowel rod and used a jute rope with leaves to hang it. It is large – 16” wide and 33 1/2” long from the top of the hanger to the bottom.

The colors are very vivid and I love the Wordsworth poem! Welcome Spring! you can’t come soon enough!

So then I created an 8×10 canvas by taking a photo of the sign with the poem from the Spring wall hanging I have and cut out just that image in a free app I use called ProKnockout. I saved it with a transparent background.

I found and saved a free image of a field of daffodils on the pexels website.

I married them together as an image and printed it out on tissue paper with my ink jet printer. I use Pixie Spray ( I get on Amazon) as a temporary spray on a sheet of copy paper and applied white tissue paper and trimmed it to fit. The Pixie spray allows me to peel the tissue paper off when printed. I sprayed the tissue paper image (when dry) with hair spray to keep it from bleeding.

I then decoupaged the tissue paper image onto a blank canvas and sanded the extra paper off the edges. I sealed the whole thing when dry with Mod Podge matte sealer.

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

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.