“Wishing all my lovely readers a very healthy year ahead, filled with everything you need to achieve any goals you’ve set, and of course – may we all be showered with lots of fabulous blogging inspiration to keep the fingers typing and the blog posts flowing.”
We all know that 2020 was a year to forget. A year like no other most of us have ever lived in our life time. Corona-19 virus with mask wearing, lockdowns, social distancing, Zoom meetings, jobs lost, concerts cancelled, restaurants closed, take-outs, home schooling, travel plans on hold, working from home, line ups for toilet paper, food banks, mom and pop’s going out of business, standing in line for groceries, no hugging, gyms closed, deaths, many deaths – too many, overworked front line workers, hospital beds at capacity and need I go on?
But soon 2020 will be over (good riddance) and we will embrace 2021 with vaccines and a renewed optimism.
So, let’s start off the new year on a positive note by remembering something good that happened to us in 2020.
For me, it was my trip to India which I wrote about on this blog.
I was fortunate enough to return home before the virus hit my country and lockdowns began.
So, what was it for you? What’s one good thing that you remember from 2020?
May your home be always filled with love, kindness, warmth, joy and peace throughout 2021.
Daffodils are my favorite flower. Last fall I planted dozens of daffodil bulbs at my family grave. Today, when I went to check on the daffodils I was delighted to find a host of golden daffodils lighting up the aisle.
I picked enough for a bouquet and left the rest behind for joy and beauty.
Here’s William Wordsworth’s famous poem on daffodils:
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.