Sprung spring

 

Spotting the first daffodils today ... I thought of my mom's favorite poem or maybe her second favorite. She really liked The House with Nobody in It.  This one is 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 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.

And a kid in the park was reading East of Eden.  I almost told him my favorite scene is when Cal and Alma are hidden under the weeping willow and he asks her to hold me like a baby. But I didn't. He was only about halfway thru the book and I stopped myself from doing what an old guy is inclined to do just to be a no account busy body.