Daffodils, by William Wordsworth, from the album Favourite Poetry.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
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.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves of glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund 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.
Pussy willows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses
Rainbow in the woodlands, water to my knees
Shivering, quivering, the warm breath of spring
Pussy willows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses.
by Gordon Lightfoot
All around the daffodils
One, Two, Three.
If you want to find a friend,
Just choose me!
by Sara Mullett
My earliest Easter memories include that of a candy store. My oldest sister was the proprietor. Using money given to us by our parents, we would spend all afternoon deliberating over the brightly colored, sweet treats.
Another memory includes weaving and decorating paper Easter baskets. Baskets then used for our afternoon Easter egg hunt.
My favourite, though, was the wearing of our new Easter hats, to church on Easter morning. Pretty hats, with flowers and ribbons.
A new tradition, a first for me this year, was the building of a Paastok – a branch of a shrub decorated with Easter related ornaments. Another wonderful Dutch tradition.
I have been researching Dutch traditions, culture, and foods. This one caught my attention. It is very timely, given that Sunday is Palm Sunday.
In parts of the Netherlands, children would build a Palmpasentok. They paraded with them, then gifted them to the elderly.
The cross represents the Crucifixion. The green and yellow streamers; spring, the season of renewal and new life. The green twig, resurrection. The bread rooster, the rooster that crowed three times when Peter denied Jesus. The bread, symbolizes the Body of Christ shared at the Last Supper.
The twelve chocolates, the twelve disciples. The thirty raisins refer to the thirty pieces of silver, paid to Judas who betrayed Jesus.
If this was a tradition in the area of Holland where my parents grew up, they did not, to my recollection, continue the tradition in Canada.
Personally, I love this tradition and plan to bring it anew.
It’s maple syrup time again. Due to covid19, we will be celebrating a little differently this year. So I like to share some photos from a couple of years ago that have made me homesick for the better days to come. Soon. I hope.
We are really looking forward to experiencing this again, next year!
After snowshoeing in our beautiful Simcoe County Forest for so many days, I think it is time for us to hang up our snowshoes and start thinking about spring.
Our snow trails have seen better days. They gave us joy, in so many ways. Stomping through, Knee deep snow. Tracks grew, Wherever we would go. Until a maze of twisty trails, Cured all of winter's ails.
It was such an amazing feeling, standing on a dock, in the midst of the crisp, white beauty of 50 or more, Trumpeter Swans!
A great sign that winter is almost over is the arrival, to our area, of the magnificent Trumpeter Swan. Last evening, a friend shared with us that a large flock of these beautiful creatures had landed on a small beach in the little town of Washago.
Today, we went on a road trip to this wonderful, little spot.
We met a lovely couple who shared that they have been stopping by, a couple of times a week, with a bucket of corn, for the swans, and for the ducks.
Today, I joined Corner Gas’s Brent Butt and enjoyed a very messy, but delicious, chili cheese dog.
A well done hot dog on a white bun; smothered in hot chili and melty cheddar cheese. It was quite messy to manage, which added greatly to the fun of eating it.
This answered my question as to why, while watching Corner Gas, Brent was always so careful when handling his favourite treat. I don’t know that I’ve seen a single episode of Corner Gas where the chili cheese dog wasn’t visible, or at least mentioned.
As much as I enjoyed this delectable treat, I don’t see it becoming a regular item in my diet. I will leave this delicious food for the Brent Leroy’s of the world.
The chips, however, I will enjoy again. Light, crispy, crunchy, no salt, no grease.
Thank-you Phelpston Roadhouse for opening your doors, presently take-out only, in our little town. I can’t wait for Covid19 to remove it’s ugly face so that we can enjoy a sit down meal in this new establishment.
And just maybe, Brent Butt will stop by and claim that this little chili cheese dog rivals that of Dog River; As the ‘Best Chili Cheese Dog’ in all of Canada!
The Bible describes the cedar tree as strong and durable; Isaiah 9:10 ‘we will replace them with cedar.’
Graceful and beautiful; Psalm 80:10 ‘the mighty cedar with it’s branches.’
High and tall; Ezekiel 17:22 ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: ‘I myself will take a shoot from the very top of a cedar and plant it; I will break off a tender sprig from it’s topmost shoots and plant it on a high and lofty mountain….. 17:23 it will bear fruit and become a splendid cedar.’
Indigenous tradition holds the cedar as a sacred tree, used to purify homes, sweat-lodge ceremonies, and for medicinal purposes.
This tea is simple to make, and quite delicious. I brought four cups of water to a boil, then added two cups of fresh cedar. I allowed this to boil for about ten minutes and then added some dried elderberries, just for fun. A golden cup of deliciousness!
Today, when I pruned back some of it’s branches, I thanked the cedar tree for it’s bounty.