Dydd Gŵyl Dewi

Happy March; happy St. David’s Day!  (The feast day of the patron saint of Wales, a Celtic monk from the sixth century.)

I don’t see anybody here wearing a leek or daffodil, or even listening to Bryn Terfel.  I did braise leeks on Tuesday night, by chance, and am tempted to try this recipe for Cawl or maybe Monmouth Pudding.

Since it’s the day of daffodils, I offer this snatch of yellow from one of the poems in the recently published notebook from T.S. Eliot’s twenties, the appropriately named Inventions of the March Hare.

Daffodils

Long yellow sunlight fills

The cool secluded room

Swept and set in order—

Smelling of earth and rain.

And from the March Hare himself, a quote I like exceedingly:

Good answer.  Wrong.  But good.

image: Field of Daffodils with an old barn in the background, Forest Wander from Cross Lanes, USA