We’ve had rain the last couple days and like most mornings following a rainy evening, it was slightly misty and very quiet and still outside. Usually the birds are up with me (5:00 a.m.) but this morning they seemed to be sleeping in. By about 5:45 their chirps became a little more frequent.
For an old neighborhood with a lot of mature trees that attract many birds, I was a little surprised by the relative silence this morning. It was like everyone, including the birds, was recharging.
Thank goodness for Sundays. I know many people still have to work and hopefully they have other days off in the week. But for the majority of us Sunday is a much needed day to connect with our families and enjoy a day without tight schedules and appointments.
Any of you who took English 101 in college may be familiar with the following spring poem by William Wordsworth. I thought I’d share. (See kids you do end up having some use for the subjects taught to you in school!)
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 boy:
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.