I’m in Delaware, where it’s in the 50s and raining. That being said, it’s a very pleasant 72 in my room at the Hampton Inn, newly remodeled. I’m here for a little while so I bought some lilies and a cheap vase at the grocery store. Their fragrance doesn’t stand a chance against the chemicals they use to clean this place, but I don’t really mind. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than my clean little room as the rain drizzles and pours.
That’s my hymn for today. What’s yours?
Here’s one from Billy Collins, former poet laureate of the United States, writing on another kind of spring day…
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
open all the windows in the house
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
and the garden bursting with peonies
that you felt like taking
on the living room end table,