Without Lifting A Finger

This came to mind because of all the snow in the Midwest (don't know how much, probably not a lot, but if you're pining for SPRING ...). So: this is for all the shut-ins and snowed-ins, longing for spring to come and/or wanting to get back to England's Lake District (I swear I saw a crowd of daffodils off the path to Buttermere -- years ago). This "clip" is brought to you by the Poetry Foundation: I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud . *



Head cold. Slept past 6 but still tramped around the lagoon. Dragged. Squinted. Soaked in the cool morning air. Found these next to the john next to Marine Stadium. * Who will make the last mark(s) and how will we ever know?       

        

Jacarandas are beautiful but you don't want to park beneath them.           

They don't last long but they're beautiful.