From My Grandmother’s Scrapbook


I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

Daffodils* The first stanza from William Wordsworth’s “I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud”

Sometimes it seems like a good part of the day is spent waiting at stoplights.  There are several in town that seem to drag on forever… but that’s not always a bad thing.  As I was stopped at one this afternoon it gave me the opportunity to do some cloud watching.  There was a little cluster of clouds floating lazily across the sky and each had a fascinating shape.  For once, I almost wished the light was little a longer… almost.

A Quick Hello


There is a little pot of flowers that sits on the porch outside my window at work.  The bright oranges, yellows and whites bring a little encouragement to the day (especially when it feels like it should be 5:00 but it’s really only 2:00).  And every once in awhile, if I’m looking out the window at the right moment, I catch sight of a little visitor that comes to see the flowers and to say a quick hello.  The Little Green Hummingbird only stays for a few seconds but it’s enough to make the day a little more cheerful!