My mother in law used to buy her daffodil bulbs by the pound. Every fall she would scatter fifty pounds of them at the base of the trees on the property and then bury them where they landed. The look now, forty years later is a naturalized sea of yellow in the spring. It is a welcome sight at the end of a cold winter. Papa always said my garden in town needed more daffodils.

This Woodsworth poem always reminds me of the two of them and their property here.

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 in 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.

Not many people left on the island. The summer people are gone and a lot of the rest will leave soon for warmer climates. When we go on our walks we generally see most everyone who is here. They are working in their gardens, finishing summer projects or taking dangerous trees down before the November winds. Everyone has a job list and they can’t waste these sunny days.

Well, “they” can’t. I can. Yesterday, I hung around the house watching Sami sleep.  The bleeding has stopped, he kept last nights dinner down, and well, the bleeding has stopped, that’s the big one. So we will continue what we have been doing (tiny, really wet portions of probiotic foods to clean out his tummy and hydrate him). The Vet had warned us Thursday that the stomach lining could bleed out and there would be no stopping it if we hadn’t caught it in time. She called me twice yesterday to check up on him. He seems to have passed the crisis point.

My shovels are broken so I can’t do the work I need to do in the garden. The mini iron won’t be here til Tuesday and I don’t want to start my quilt squares til it arrives.

I have 150 daffodil bulbs to plant down the driveway to the house. I guess I could do that today and still keep an eye

on the dog.

Egg races Easter ’93….. Note all of the daffodils!!!!