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.

William Wordsworth