These daffodils by the Lake today are almost a month later than usual. They push up through sticks and the remains of last summer's lilies.
I woke during the night and picked up District and Circle, a book of poetry by Seamus Heaney. I am never sure, but I think in one poem he is describing his awakening to life and maybe to God. He describes the cutting and turning of peat to dry in the sun. Then he goes on to speak of himself: "...once I felt the air I was like turned turf in the breath of God."
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