Two Springs

Hello all -
Last week's "short & sweet" came to you from son-in-law's cell phone. I've seen a lot of changes in the last 73 years, from 3 cent postage stamps to phones that send instant messages! This week we're back in Tucson briefly before 2 months of whirlwind travel. My friend, Anne (Clark) Eyerly has suggested a new entry for Webster's Dictionary: "to gentzler - a verb meaning to vacation, cruise, travel or just get the heck out of Dodge for whatever reason." It fits. I will try to keep these "start your week" messages flowing from Boston, Chincoteague, the cruise ship and London.
This week it's about spring -- actually two springs. Here in the northern Sonoran desert spring comes early and has it's own beauty. The flowers are different from those back east and especially abundant this year because of the winter rains. But on the eve of my birthday, I'm longing for flowers of another kind and a granddaughter I need to get to know. Bet you can guess this classic English poet. I'll just give you verses 1&4. If you'd like 2&3, I'm sure you can find them.

THE 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.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon the inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (what a great name for a poet)

Have a great spring week! Maybe dance with some daffodils. Think of me near the end of the week dancing with my newest granddaughter, Willa.
Love, Keith