In Glorious Disregard to the Corona Virus, the Daffodils are in bloom in Central Ohio! An excellent example of how each glorious Design in Nature is Oblivious to some things, but very much Concerned with others. They feel the warmth, the moisture. It’s their time. They Spring forth and lighten our live, and their own, for a glorious week or two. I guess I mean, It’s Glorious. And Wordsworth liked them too (1815).
“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”
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 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.
Yes, “vacant and pensive moods” is what we have these days! But the Dafs and the hyacinth and the forsythia are here to help. All in Glorious Disregard to that Virus!