WELCOME SPRING

Spring has been slow showing it's face in our little corner of the world and while people living just ten minutes from us have been raking their lawn weeks ago, we are still waiting for the last of our snow to disappear. Although our crocuses and daffodils have yet to bloom, the hubby surprised me the other day with a gift of what's to come.

One of my favorite poems that always makes me smile is Daffodils by William Wordsworth (1770-1850). It is a lyrical poem in which Wordsworth compares himself to a lonely cloud and personifies the field of golden daffodils he sees below as a crowd of joyful dancers. The poem shows the author's love and appreciation of the beauty of nature.

"Daffodils"
I wander'd 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 stretch'd 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.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).



But another lesser known poem To Daffodils by  Robert Herrick is equally stirring of the emotions but in a different way. While Wordsworth evokes feelings of joy, Herrick has a note of melancholy/sadness in his poem which arises out of the realization that beauty is not going to stay forever. He compares the fast dying daffodils to the shortness of human life.

To Daffodils

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.
by Robert Herrick

PRELUDE

Hearing rumors of a possible "NOR'EASTER" forecast for Thursday,
I put on my snowshoes and went for a walk in order to get some great shots
of the woods behind our house while all was quiet and serene.

Prelude

The sound of silence,
snowflakes gently falling
a prelude to the coming orchestra
of northeast winds
that make the gutters hum
and window panes dance in rhythm
as the snap and crack of frozen boards keep time
the sound of silence
before the winter storm
takes stage.
-Marisa

REFLECTIONS

In such a day, in September or October, Walden is a perfect forest mirror, set round with stones as precious to my eye as if fewer or rarer. Nothing so fair, so pure, and at the same time so large, as a lake, perchance, lies on the surface of the earth. Sky water. It needs no fence. Nations come and go without defiling it. It is a mirror which no stone can crack, whose quicksilver will never wear off, whose gilding Nature continually repairs; no storms, no dust, can dim its surface ever fresh; — a mirror in which all impurity presented to it sinks, swept and dusted by the sun's hazy brush — this the light dust-cloth — which retains no breath that is breathed on it, but sends its own to float as clouds high above its surface, and be reflected in its bosom still.

Walden (first published as Walden; or, Life in the Woods)
- by Henry David Thoreau

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EVERYONE IS ENTITLED TO BE STUPID, BUT SOME ABUSE THE PRIVILEGE

Hosted by Tabitha at Fresh Mommy.

Only two things are infinite,

the universe and human stupidity,
and I'm not sure about the former.

Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)

We all do stupid things from time to time, it's all part of being human, but it seems to me that common sense is no longer very common any more and that stupidity is reaching epidemic levels.
It used to be that when you did something stupid you did a quick shoulder check to make sure no one had noticed. Not so any more. Now you put it on YouTube, Face Book or "tweet it" so that the world gets to witness your stupidity.

Laurent LePierres, a columnist for The Halifax Chronicle Herald has an amusing take on stupidity in the Friday, Aug. 14th, 2009 issue that I would like to share. He writes:

Here’s a bright idea: Act like you have a brain

LAURENT LE PIERRÈS
Fri. Aug 14 - 4:46 AM

SO you’ve probably heard by now that dogs are smarter than cats and that crows are craftier than you might think.

Recently published research suggests canines have the cognition of a two-year-old child. Dogs know 165 to 250 words, can count to five, and experience four basic emotions. Like toddlers, they might even have an innate sense of fairness.

Speaking of which, I wouldn’t be surprised if the cats promptly launched a class-action suit in light of their inferior test results. Feline intelligence plateaus at an 18-month-old’s level, but there is an argument to be made that we’ve invested far more in dog development.

The descendant of the grey wolf is the product of thousands of years of schooling and selective breeding. We did not invent the dog, but we certainly re-invented it in all its modern manifestations.

So what about cats? Next to dogs, they’re chopped liver, which, come to think of it, might not sound all that bad to a cat.

As for crows, they’re the black sheep of the brainy family. Humans have always viewed them as pests, not pets. They haven’t received any formal education, probably because a classroom full of crows would quickly degenerate into a squawk fest.

Crows can distinguish between individuals and they’ll sound the alarm when they see one they don’t like. So ravens basically act like kids at a rave when the cops drop in.

Anyway, a recent experiment involving crows from New Caledonia showed how most of these particular captive birds had no trouble figuring out, on their own, how to use three tools in proper sequence to get food. The key here is that without training, they solved a complex problem — something only humans were thought to excel at.

Now, I’m not about to suggest that the average crow is as clever as a human. But I will venture to say that some humans are more clueless than turkeys — especially when they travel in packs.

On a point of privilege, I would also like to object to the English-language expression "a murder of crows." That’s libel — a flock of squawkers isn’t murderous. Really, it’s groups of marauding human males who should be labelled a "murder of Cros" — Cro Magnons, that is.

How else can one characterize the actions of those pond scum in Saskatchewan who whooped it up as they blew a bunch of ducks and ducklings out of the water for the fun of it? The trio proudly posted their prowess in target practice on YouTube, where one of them is heard to exclaim, "Did you get the baby?" A killer quote if I’ve ever heard one.

The video generated a flood of tips and the ignoramuses pleaded guilty this week, all the while pleading ignorance about the law.

But it’s not just the male of the species whose brain seems to shift into reverse when the pack mentality takes hold. In Quebec, a 17-year-old girl died this month from injuries sustained while "car surfing." She was one of six young women tooling around in, and on top of, a car. She fell off and hit her head. In July, a 38-year-old Quebec man was killed in a similar stunt. How you can live 20 years beyond the accepted Age of Idiocy with no instinct for self-preservation is beyond me.

Of course, the rogue’s gallery tableau would not be complete without the infamous YouTube clip of a proud papa from rural Quebec taking his family on an excursion with his seven-year-old son behind the wheel.

My fear is that this sort of behaviour is probably not that rare. Common sense might not be that commonplace after all. Maybe it’s la crème de la crème of cretins who get caught.

Why does mindless behaviour make me so mad? Because the human mind is a sophisticated instrument and should be used as such. Despite the dim wattage our noggins function on, the amazing thing is that we’re not all dimwits.

Think about it. The human brain uses three times less juice than a 60-watt light bulb, yet it manages to multi-task to the nth degree. It’s uncanny, supernatural. There is no supercomputer on Earth that can come close to rivalling its memory and processing power, much less deliver the goods with such economy of energy.

Yes, animals continue to surprise us with their own mental abilities. But by the same token, humans are a walking miracle. And if we were more mindful of the privilege that has been bestowed on us, maybe we’d act more intelligently.

( llepierres@herald.ca)

Anyway, I got such a kick out of this and I hope you do too. You can read it plus comments on the piece for yourself on line at The Chronicle Herald.