Thursday, March 20, 2008
First Day of Spring (& Stuff)
And the voice of that wayward song
Is singing and saying still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
My Lost Youth (excerpt)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Yes, it’s the first day of spring after a particularly long snow-laden winter - and my thoughts are already turning to summer. Strange that. Very premature.
I think I’d best pause and appreciate all the spring season has to offer before dreaming of the warmth and freedom of those summer months.
And I’ll start with the fact that despite the still existing mounds of snow, I can finally see pavement, brown patches of grass and the basement hasn’t flooded with all that melting snow and recent rainfall.
Which is also an appropriate exclamatory remark with Easter fast approaching. (And what’s up with this early Easter date???)
The above “summer” photo (yeah, I’ve meandered back to musing about summer) is of my eldest. Years ago. He is a devoted fisherman of the “catch and release” variety. With him is Bailey – a sweetheart of a dog who is no longer with us. And that is mist rising off the lake – not a photo flaw.
I think of Longfellow’s poem whenever I look at this picture.
I love that phrase, "A boy's will is the wind's will…”
Time to end this post. I’ve gone off on far too many tangents. (Count ‘em – spring, summer, Easter, fishing, dogs, poetry…) Refreshing to do – perhaps not so easy to follow along.
(Does a post have to have a specific point? Are there rules?)