dancing daffys

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. _Dorothy Wordsworth, The Grasmere Journal – Thursday 15 April 1802 Spring has arrived in Central California, […]

Hello Spring!

Took a walk along the creek, with the camera, this morning before the sun rose so far overhead that colors and shadows were lost. I was looking for beauty in the decaying world that surrounds Contentment Cottage—looking for God’s hand in the natural flora and fauna that remains, even in the midst of disrepair and […]

dancing daffys

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. _Dorothy Wordsworth, The Grasmere Journal – Thursday 15 April 1802 Spring has arrived in Central California, […]