Wishing you all a very "Good morning!" on this cold, dark, wet and windy day. Our clocks have just been put forward, so having lost an hour's sleep, the only positive indication of better things to come are the daffodils - planted more than 40 years ago - which, although reduced in number, still faithfully reappear at this time of year to brave the March winds.
The short poem, my Dad used to quote (attributed to ee cummings or Ogden Nash but made famous at least in London where I lived by Spike Milligan) always comes to my mind at this time of year. I thought at the time it was a Cockney piece of nonsense - and pieces of nonsense (like Latin declensions) stay in your head forever!
At school learning by heart William Wordworth's "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" in English lessons and painting pictures of trees in the springtime during art classes were rituals at this time of year. We cut hazelnut (catkins) and horse chestnut (sticky buds) twigs and put them in vases. Visits to local parks and woods with their daffodils followed in May by carpets of bluebells helped to blow away the winter blues and gave us the feeling that "all's right with the world". Unfortunately, seeing buds appearing on the trees against a brilliant blue sky often makes me emotional and tearful.
I definitely feel more stable in the fall and much prefer the autumn.
Are you a spring, summer, autumn or winter person?
(Pictures courtesy of Pixabay)
The short poem, my Dad used to quote (attributed to ee cummings or Ogden Nash but made famous at least in London where I lived by Spike Milligan) always comes to my mind at this time of year. I thought at the time it was a Cockney piece of nonsense - and pieces of nonsense (like Latin declensions) stay in your head forever!
da spring is sprung da grass is riz I wonder where dem boidies is? da little boids is on der wing ain’t dat absoid? da little wings is on da boid! |
I definitely feel more stable in the fall and much prefer the autumn.
Are you a spring, summer, autumn or winter person?