Wednesday March 15, 2017:
We ate lunch at the Quaker Meeting house where George Fox lived, at Swarthmoor Hall. We stopped for lunch along the way. Professor Worsley suggested, as we waited for our food, that we “take a look at the wildflowers”—we came upon a breathtaking field of purple crocuses. Some of us decided to lie in the flowers, reminiscent of our time in John’s Grove.
I beganMy story early, feeling as I fear,The weakness of a human love, for daysDisown’d by memory, ere the birth of springPlanting my snowdrops among winter snows.