Wednesday, March 18, 2009


I remember asking an older colleague during my first winter in Canada: "How long does it take one to get used to the cold in Canada". His wise reply was, "You can never get used to the winter in Canada". I spent six winters in Canada and somehow made it every time through the I used to look at the first signs of our tulip buds trying to thrust through the soil.......the surest sign of spring. The days would start to get longer then; you could leave for and return home from work during daylight, and the spirits would generally soar.

I believe winters in UK are not as bad as Canada - that is what I was told by the locals in UK on this trip. I reached UK on 01 Mar 09 and witnessed the slow change of seasons in my two weeks of stay there. I witnessed the blooming of the Crocus and Daffodils and really began to appreciate the poem, Daffodils, that I had read as a youngster in school. The daffodils really look beautiful especially with all the leafless trees, hedges and the dried up grass all around. Here is a my view of 'goodbye winter & hello spring' in Tattenhall village in the year 2009.

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. --------------------William Wordsworth