Country Diary of a Lady: 01/07/2014

The cold spell has continued, last night it dropped near to -50 degrees with windchill.  With the harsh cold it has been much harder for the furnace in my little house to keep up and I feared that it had failed on me this morning.  But it appeared that it is fine, just had more trouble keeping up with the heat.

So, in this deep, dark cold, I'll dream about flowers and spring.

Here is a quote by Wordsworth.

“Thee winter in the garland wears

That thinly decks his few gray hairs

Spring parts the clouds with softest airs

That she may sun thee,

Whoe summer fields are thine by right,

And Autumn melancholy wight,

Doth in they crimson head delight

When rains are on thee.

In shoals and bands, a morrice train

Thou greet’st the traveler in the lane

Pleased at his greeting thee again

Yet nothing daunted;

Nor grieved, if thou be set at nought

And oft alone in, nooks remote;

We meet thee like a pleasant thought

When such are wanted.

Child of the Year! That round dost run

Thy pleasant course – when day’s begun

As ready to salute the sun

As lark or leveret

Thy long lost praise thou shalt regain:

Nor be less dear to future men

Than in old time, -thou art not vain

Art natures favourite.

"To a Daisy"