No, the grass isn't green here yet. No, none of the flowers are blooming, nor do the trees have any buds. I actually won't be able to plant anything until the end of May. However, we finally had a day where the air felt warm, and it wasn't snowing. Nate's been working hard all day with some spring cleaning on the exterior of the house, so Claire, Hem and I took a walk after lunch. Hem was able to swim in a pond near our house again since the ice is finally off. He was itching for a bath as he ran straight for the water. Later, as Claire continued napping in her stroller I was able to read in the sun on the patio. When she woke up, Claire had fun exploring the yard a little bit (and I realized how much there is in a yard she can put in her mouth--pebbles, leaves, sticks, dog doo, deer doo...). We came inside and I was inspired to get all Claire's spring and summer clothes out (feeling optimistic that the warmer weather will continue). In honor of the day, I've copied a few line from a favorite poet of mine, G.M. Hopkins. They come from his poem entitled "Spring."
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring —
When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
1 comment:
Yeah for spring. I'm with you on that one. And yeah that Claire took a nap (even if it was in her stroller :) I'm tempted to pull out all of the summer clothes too, but yet I'm sad to put away the winter clothes, because that means they're getting older and bigger. Part of me wants them to stay little forever. And I also realize that I've never really gotten poetry -- I've tried and pretended that I did at one point, but really it never set in. Sounds pretty, though.
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