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,
IMG_20140408_122249402Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

But wait—these daffodils  were in a parking lot, and I wasn’t wandering, I was trotting about my Tuesday business in town.


So they were all the more delightful for the pause they afforded me in the middle of activity…


I stopped to capture them in digital media for safe-keeping, an option Wordsworth evidently did not have…

IMG_20140408_122613311Continuous 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.

–William Wordsworth


But I am taken with his poem and with daffodils–how could I not be?!


Wishing you many bright and hopeful signs of new life within and without.

“…for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure”. Phil.2:13

April NEWs…

All new by spring’s morning light…

P1140348I slipped into my gum boots for a tromp out back to check on the skunk cabbage–sure harbinger of bears to come.

 P1140350And on the way I got caught up on all the latest NEWs…

The willow’s coming out of mourning.


Rhubarb is emerging, crinkly new, rousing hopes of mouth-watering desserts to come…


The bushy willows further back are bearing pussies…


And the huckleberries have put on their dainties.



And yes, the skunk cabbage is up,

wafting it’s malodorous wake-up call to all the ursidae family far and near.


We’re sure to have bears before long…


The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove [It’s FROGS for us!] is heard in our land. Song of Solomon 2:12