beneath a willow tree, beside a pond
今日もフル・デイでした。いろいろなことが押し寄せてきて，体調は思わしくないまま。学科長はつらいよ。It's tough to be a dep chair!
一昨日のNew York Todayです。順番は違うけど，思わずWordsworthのあの詩を思い出しました。ライターの意識の中にあったはず，なんて…，本当は分かりませんが...。
明日は附属M高校生への授業が2展開。やれやれ，この忙しさからいつ抜け出せるのだろうか。（UG）
New York Today: Bees in the Graveyard
In a distant corner of Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn, beneath a willow tree, beside a pond called Dell Water, something stirs to life.
Bees, by the hundreds of thousands.
The city’s largest cemetery is in the honey business.
In April, a beekeeper installed six hives not far from the cemetery’s southern wall.
It is an oddly good fit. Green-Wood, a 478-acre greensward, has been trying to make a name for itself as a nature spot, not just as a pretty graveyard.
Besides, what could be sweeter than honey from daisies pushed up by departed Brooklynites?
Daffodils
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.
