I don’t know about you, but I am really getting quite desperate for spring to arrive. So this morning when out for my usual walk with Max…
…it was lovely not having to wear a thick winter coat. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and there was a definite smell and feeling of spring in the air. In our garden too, we have many signs of awakenings, and the first few spring lambs have arrived in the field behind our house.
As I haven’t had time to take lots of photos this week, I leave you with a lovely poem to set the scene for spring.
Spring from Act V of Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
“Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!” O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daw’s,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
“Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!” O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
Enjoy! I am off to have my first cup of tea outside on the bench.
