Fragrant honeysuckle?

But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind.

James 1 : 6

It smells like honey but its flower doesn’t seem quite right.

That dainty flower comes out from a dry brown stalk.

It’s companion flowers have turned with the frost and are dropping. Their bits are on the ground.

I guess these flowers, still creamy white, don’t have long to last. Our temperatures are dropping again.

Then for the daffidols. We had enough wind to make some of the daffidol flowers touch the ground. I guess they would have righted themselves except probably taking a slug with them.

A worm tells summer better than a clock,

The slug’s a living calendar of days;

What shall it tell me if a timeless insect

Says the world wears away?

Dylan Thomas 1914 – 1953

The pessimist complains about the wind;

the optimist expects it to change;

the realist adjusts the sails.

William Arthur Ward

Here is a another William. William Wordsworth (1770-1850) who wrote the poem “Daffodils “. It was written during Britain’s industrial revolution as a reminder that humanity is a part of nature and that nature brings real not synthetic happiness. The poem embraces nature (the daffidols) , humanity (the speaker) as well as memory and imagination. The poem was composed in 1802 when William was feeling terribly lonely after the death of his brother by drowning in a ship wreck. My post Wonderfully bright Weymouth not as John Constable painted it– tells a little more.

Here is Wordsworth’s poem , press on the blue word Daffodils. Jeremy John Irons is reading it . (He is an English actor who achieved the Triple Crown of Acting by winning an Oscar for film , an Emmy for television and a Tony Award for theatre.)

Thank you for listening to this poem with me. I hope it brings you joy and that you have a pleasant weekend.

Sandy 🙂