Put-in-Bay Blossoms

Painful uncertainty abounds about the prospects of a summer season at Put-in-Bay.  Perhaps we can discover some comfort and reassurance in nature’s brilliant reminders that life goes on . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.