Blog post for week 2- What I did over summer vacation

(Our roving compost heap)

An excerpt of William Wordsworth's "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud":

A poet could not but be gay,

In such 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

These are pictures from the garden I've been tending this summer with my boyfriend. Winter is depressing enough without the certain death of your flower and vegetable beds, but at least I'll have plenty of inspiration for my "inward eye."