I love this poem by the American poet, Emily Dickinson. It is full of optimism. She compared that thing that we all rely on most of the time to a bird that would twit no matter what the weather is. It would always be there without fail. It makes me hopeful! 🙂
March winds and April showers
Bring forth May flowers.
– English Proverb
What I most look forward to in spring?
Definitely the flowers! Spring is when everything comes to life. It brings colours and texture to the environment as well as sounds from the birds and scents from blooming flowers from high up on trees, from tall shrubs and from the rock garden/pond plants on foot level.
Below are some flowers we spied during walkabout and promenading in the much awaited spring sunshine!
I am researching their names and it would probably take time to label them all (if at all – but I shall try my very best, bearing in mind that I am just a postulant gardener) 😉
It is turning to be a glorious spring. Lots of sunny spells and warmish weather!
Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among other seasons
Himself abide.
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
– Emily Dickinson (1864)
Spring Flowers
Tulip
By PH Morton
Lamprocapnos spectabilis (bleeding heart) Hill Garden – Nr Hampstead Heath
Photo by PH Morton
Apple Blossoms
By PH Morton
Pear Blooms
By JMorton
Cornflower –
Photo by PH Morton
Clematis –
Photo by PH Morton
Those who know quiet, alone, are as carefree as the flowers in the breeze, as pure as the snow in the moonlight.
– Hong Zicheng
Dear March – Come in –
How glad I am –
I hoped for you before –
Put down your Hat –
You must have walked –
How out of Breath you are –
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest –
Did you leave Nature well –
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me –
I have so much to tell –
I got your Letter, and the Birds –
The Maples never knew that you were coming –
I declare – how Red their Faces grew –
But March, forgive me –
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue –
There was no Purple suitable –
You took it all with you –
Who knocks? That April –
Lock the Door –
I will not be pursued –
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied –
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come
That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame –
– See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22829#sthash.U6lxWi6o.dpuf
…………………………………………………….. TO MY SISTER
IT is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.
My sister! (’tis a wish of mine)
Now that our morning meal is done, 10
Make haste, your morning task resign;
Come forth and feel the sun.
Edward will come with you;–and, pray,
Put on with speed your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.
No joyless forms shall regulate
Our living calendar:
We from to-day, my Friend, will date
The opening of the year.
Love, now a universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
–It is the hour of feeling.
One moment now may give us more
Than years of toiling reason:
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.
Some silent laws our hearts will make,
Which they shall long obey:
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.
And from the blessed power that rolls
About, below, above,
We’ll frame the measure of our souls:
They shall be tuned to love.
Then come, my Sister! come, I pray,
With speed put on your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.
– William Wordsworth
(The above poem was written by Wordsworth for his sister, Dorothy, who inspired and looked after him.
