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 dance, 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
This poem has always been one of my favourites.
I still recall memorizing it in school so many years ago and the images
it evoked even then. I suppose every child was introduced to it in those
days just as I was. I wonder if it made as significant an impression
on them as it did on me ? Perhaps that is why I love daffodils and
the bright cheery promise they always seem to bring with them each year
as spring arrives. Their fragile petals softly trembling in the breeze
are like shy children timidly hanging their heads before you.
This year spring does seem to have arrived
quite early. Already the outdoors is taking on the garments of springtime
as the trees take on a gentle mantle of green with buds beginning to unfurl
and hasten their task of covering the stark bare branches of
winter. The warmth of the sun is like that of a summer
day. Tiny plants peek through the earth as if not sure what to expect.
It is,after all, only mid April. But the plants are pleasantly surprised
as I am each day upon finding that spring appears to be as
anxious as I am to celebrate the season.
I certainly am not complaining ... in fact
I am co-operating just as the plants appear to be doing as they welcome
the sun and reach toward its warming rays. For my part ... I am spending
every available moment assisting them by making their
habitat as amenable as I possibly can. Most of this past week I have spent
the better part of each day weeding and cultivating each flower
bed, and I might add, enjoying every single second of the task. My muscles
and joints may not agree as they have shown their displeasure at times
but over all it has been a productive week. And the yard and gardens look
as if it was mid May !
Although tempted to go one step further
and begin planting to put more of my imprint on the gardens as I
plan to do this year I have managed to restrain my eagerness and allowed
common sense to prevail. It is after all still much too early to not expect
falling temperatures and winter's last farewell. Having only moved into
this home in mid summer of last year there is still much to
be done in the transforming the gardens and making them truly ours. Weeell,
almost.... I have planted a few more perennials already. After all, they
are hardy souls and with care should survive even given the sometimes
harshness of our climate.
There have been more changes around here
lately which have also brightened our days but to read about
them you will have to check out Petey's Nook as those changes belong to
him and that news will be found there. Petey and I should have those updates
done in the next day or so. Unless of course the weather is just too nice
to stay inside and I choose to go play in the dirt again !
I admit I have used these wonderfully springlike
days as an escape from reality for although the work was difficult
and at times very tiring it has allowed me to concentrate on
nature and the blessings she provides instead of the horrendous news bombarding
us this days. You do not find man's inhumanity in a garden thank
goodness ... only nature's blessings reminding that there is
hope and optimism and new life just around the corner. Of course
it takes toil and we must do the planting after carefully preparing the
earth to receive those tiny seedlings but the rewards are well worth the
effort expended. We would all do well to remember that lesson of nature
in the days to come as so much hatred and enmity abounds in this tired
old world around us. If only it were as easy to rid ourselves of
those failings in human beings as it is to eradicate weeds from a
garden !
Give my suggestion a try ... I promise
its easy to bury your troubles at least for a while if you
go dig in the garden. I even have fun exposing the dew worms
as I cultivate the earth knowing I am making the job easier for the
robins who share our yard. We have a large contingent of those happy little
creatures who appear to have taken up residence in the trees and bushes
around the yard. I am so pleased they have chosen to make their homes with
us because I think maybe the following just might be true ...
"The song of a robin is an angel's voice
in the garden."
Have a lovely spring.
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MIDI "It Might as Well Be
Spring" courtesy of Les Gorven
revised January 2006
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