Innisfree or When Will Spring Be Here?

My sister led me to this poem by William Butler Yeats:

The Lake Isle of Innisfree
by William Butler Yeats

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

My wish is for spring to be here. I love the "bee-loud glade" that happens on my deck in the spring.

I did open the hives today to do a powdered sugar shake on each hive. It was rather quiet, not at all "bee-loud," as the bees were not expecting me. The temperature was in the 60s as it will be all week, so it was a good moment to begin sugar shakes to help slow the Varroa mite.

The number of bees in the hives has doubled since last weekend. This will hopefully be a different spring. I'm hoping that at last I'll have two vigorous hives make it through the winter to begin the spring well.