So tired, tired of waiting……
So goes the Kinks recording from the mid-60s. (How many of you remember that?)
Finally, we are seeing a few hints of Spring arriving and I, for one, am so tired of waiting. Then, on top of that, I’m discombobulated by the time change. I only really noticed after I came to Canada after spending 14 years in the West Indies and not changing the clocks during that time. I’d fallen into a natural rhythm where I never needed an alarm clock and then settled into another rhythm once I arrived here which my body did not thank me for changing as the clocks went back a few months later. Apparently I’m not the only one – statistics show that as well as an increase in traffic accidents due to the time change, when the clocks go forward the risk of heart attack increases in the following three days (possibly due to sleep deprivation).
I thought this was a good excuse for a picture of vibrant yellow daffodils, which always cheer me up once I see them in bloom, and to share one of my favourite poems by Wordsworth – it reminds me of the Lake District in England and home.
This is actually his first version, according to the Wordsworth Trust, based in Grasmere where Wordsworth lived with his sister Dorothy. I can relate to it more and prefer its simplicity to his better known version published a few years later. Here’s to daffodils and the coming of Spring.
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 dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: —
A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing 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.
Published, Poems in Two Volumes 1807