Spring has sprung…
It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o’er the green corn-field did pass, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring. Shakespeare
The budding twigs spread out their fan
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there. Wordsworth
There is waving of grass in the breeze
And a song in the air,
And a murmur of myriad bees
That toil everywhere.
There is scent in the blossom and bough,
And the breath of the Spring
Is as soft as a kiss on a brow —
And Spring-time I sing. Banjo Paterson
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Shelley
Spring is when life’s alive in everything. Rosetti
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
That is one good thing about this world…there are always sure to be more springs. L.M.Montgomery
course in my part of the globe we’re heading into fall and that leads to the season I dread most…didn’t mind Winter when I was young, now it’s more of a chore than anything else. Still, I know that once the year turns then Spring won’t be too far behind. 🙂
That’s the thing I love about the seasons – the surety that it all comes round again. It’s a wonderful rhythm and as the garden becomes more and more important, the more I appreciate what each season has to offer. We’ve had the shortest winter this year. Perhaps only 2 weeks that we could really say were cold. And besides, we don’t have winters here like you have. Snow is… well, what’s snow? We have to go right up to the Highlands to get a glimpse. But equally, the older I get, Tigers68, the more my body aches in the most unkind way. Gotta be glass half full, I suppose! Cheers.
What a beautiful post, Prue! Lovely words and lovely pictures. Like Tigress, to think of Spring as about to come is a surprise to me, living here in Ireland. But it’s a good surprise – we’ve had our spring and most of our summer now, but on your side of the world, it’s all just starting. That’s a very happy thought.
Do you know the poem by Housman which starts, ‘Loveliest of trees, the cherry now / Is hung with bloom along the bough / And stands about the woodland ride / Wearing white for Eastertide.’? One of my all time favourites.
Gerry, that’s beautiful. I’ll store that one away with the others as it’s quite lovely reading what iconic poets have written about the seasons. And you’re right, it’s the knowledge of that flow of seasons from north to south that makes it all bearable I think. It seems to reinforce two things – that ‘everything old is new again’ and ‘to everything turn, turn, turn…’ Best wishes to my Irish friend!
Saw the link from Gerry McCullough to your blog. This grandmother from Texas really enjoyed the pictures. They are beautiful.
Thanks so much, Ann, lovely to have you here. I have another friend from Texas who shares her spring and summer blooms from your state on her blog, when it’s winter and autumn on my end of the globe and I get the same kind of thrill that you mention.
How gorgeous! As I sit looking at our parched late-summer California landscape, it gives such a lovely perspective to see the lushness of spring happening in another place on the planet.
And even though the digital age has its horrors–some of which I’ve experienced this week–how magical that three authors from Tasmania, California and Ireland can share a moment of appreciation for our world and each other as we take a quick break from our work.
You’ve got it, Anne. That’s it! The total upside of the social media!