March 2, 2008
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… “It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.My sister! (’tis a wish of mine)
Now that our morning meal is done,
Make haste, your morning task resign;
Come forth and feel the sun.Edward will come with you;–and, pray,
Put on with speed your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.No joyless forms shall regulate
Our living calendar:
We from to-day, my Friend, will date
The opening of the year.Love, now a universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
–It is the hour of feeling.One moment now may give us more
Than years of toiling reason:
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.Some silent laws our hearts will make,
Which they shall long obey:
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.And from the blessed power that rolls
About, below, above,
We’ll frame the measure of our souls:
They shall be tuned to love.Then come, my Sister! come, I pray,
With speed put on your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.William Wordsworth
Today was actually the second mild day of March, and I think I know just how Wordsworth felt
. Today would have been, indeed, a good day from which to date the opening of the year. Now, if we can just avoid the forecast for tomorrow night…5-6 inches of snow…surely not!!!I’m counting the days until this scene from last March unfolds again:
Hope you all have a wonderful, each-minute-sweeter-than-before first week in March!
Comments (8)
Dear old Wordsworth! What a wonderful poem. Thank you for finding it and sharing it with us. Perfect for today!
The quince blossoms remind me of Macon – I could tell you where to find the very first ones all over town. There was a hedge of forsythia, spirea and quince between two yards on Washington Street that used to delight me every year…I bet they’re in full bloom right now!
Batten down the hatches…the cold is coming back….BRRRR!!!
Hope Stan is feeling much better and that the weather doesn’t bring any big problems on the farm.
Beautiful blossoms! I’m ready to see them blooming, too.
I have GOT to read more of Wordsworth! He’s the perfect poet to read in the spring, isn’t he? I’ve been on the lookout for buds, too. Somehow it’s always a surprise when that first yellow forsythia bud peeps out. And the other day I got the first sure sign of spring: Plant catalogues! David Austin Roses have the most beautiful, wistful catalog…I would have one of each if I could.
But I’m actually looking forward to the return of winter weather tomorrow. I never get enough snow. Yes, I’m the one who likes it. Someone has to!
I’m keeping my eyes open so I don’t miss that, “blessing in the air.” This morning already we have had rain, sleet and now snow…which is another sort of “blessing in the air!” Your beautiful hot pink blooms are luscious!
You can keep all that snow etc. down there. We don’t want it! Up around 80 yesterday and at about 30 now with snow flurries. I’m hoping it all stays south again since I need to go to KC tomorrow.
Today was the perfect day here and the poem illustrated just how I felt as I took my sweeties for their walks. The windows are wide open to catch the warm breeze and the dogs are enjoying the balcony.
Worsdworth…what a perfect name. How perfectly he captured that feeling of warm March days. Don’t you just hate it when it snows after warm March days??!
I am always pleased when we reach March, Jan and Feb behind us, a flavour of warmth in the air…wonderful