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Overcoming the Covid Blues

 

No Lawn Bowling!!!

 

 

No Croquet!!!


So – to celebrate National Poetry Day (March 21) and Spring

Your Wandering Webmaster Went Walking
On nearby Beacon Hill
Treading very carefully
Among a million daffodils

On Beacon Hill looking southeast over Juan de Fuca Strait – look closely – the daffs are really everywhere!  Double click picture for larger view
Looking south over Juan de Fuca Strait

 

Looking southwest over Juan de Fuca Strait
But for real poetry, here’s William Wordsworth’s ode to 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 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 when my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils