Spring has sprung!

I really love Spring....especially when the sun is out (which has been minimal lately). I just love seeing all the trees and plants start budding out and growing almost in front of your eyes. Everything seems to come back to life....I even feel more alive! My most favorite thing of all is to hear the frogs chirping....this is a sure sign that spring has sprung. Every night I make sure to listen to them and enjoy their songs. Grayson also takes notice of them every since I told him to listen quietly to the frogs singing. I'm grateful that we are right by the lake so we can hear them well. Some of my other Spring favorites include: Flowers: daffodils, hyacinths, Easter lillies, helebore, red-flowering currant and indian plum; frolicking lambs and calves; baby ducks and chicks; freshly mown lawn; reappearance of bugs; warmer temps; more sun; longer days and nesting birds.



In honor of Spring, I thought I would share my favorite poem from my favorite poet.


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
Outdid 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

*Note: I had a difficult time typing the poem the way that Wordsworth intended....this program wouldn't allow it....quite frustrating.