Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Spring
I always get a little nostalgic in fall and spring. In fall, I dislike everything (plant life and all) dying but there is a sense of acceptance because everything has played out and it is time. As much as I love spring and the wonderful feeling all of the new life around me brings, I can't help but to feel a little melancholy. I think of all the people in my life that have passed and are no longer on this earthly world to experience the beauty of rebirth one more season. I spent the afternoon trimming, unearthing, raking, plowing and planting and could not help but to think of the people I love while I was experiencing the excitement and anticipation of new life.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Daffodils - a poem by 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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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.
I cannot wait to see the first blooming wave of the daffodil. Mine are up but not showing blooms yet. I have seen my first crocus bloom and am eagerly awaiting the forsythia show. Sometimes they bloom on my birthday but not this year.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Fallen Firefighters monument
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