Springtime................

Oh when oh when.........it's this time of year that I get homesick more than any other time. I start to get pictures from home of the Spring flowers beginning to bloom. First the Daffodils and Snowdrops. My cousin Janet is a good photographer and has sent me a few pictures of the Spring flowers.


We get Spring flowers of course but they wont dare show themselves for months yet.
Right now in England (UK) the roads are lined with Daffodils, they bloom in the hedgerows and bloom in abundance.

Lines Written in Early Spring

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

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.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?


It is inevitable that the lambs are there already, they too are a sure sign of Spring in England.
Do not be tempted in buying bunnies and chicks, ducklings and things like that as gifts. Cute as they are they are not toys. They are beings with emotions and lives that should be lived to the fullest. If you cant keep them for their entire life and give them the love and respect they deserve then do not get them.


I can not explain the difference to those who have not seen an English Spring time. The Bluebells come a bit later but are breaking ground now. It's Daffodil time, Crocus and Snowdrops.

I do not have the words to describe an English Spring, its a feeling that comes upon you as you ride or walk in an English country lane. Colour everywhere after a rather drab Winter season. Its as though overnight the Blackbirds song changes into joy and colour bursts everywhere. The green is so vivid against the blue of the sky. When the Bluebells come in against that brilliant green of new leaves it's enough to make me cry. The Yellow of the daffodils and Primroses in hedgerows all bursting with new life.The hedges too will bloom in their own time.
I probably post this ever Spring, but it just has to be one of the best known of Spring poems

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

My friend Robert sent me this one

So while I wait the Spring to arrive here in Michigan, I think of my friends enjoying the first blooms arriving in their gardens. Margaret sent me pictures from her back garden bursting with new blooms.
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Margaret is already working on her allotment, turning soil ready to plant. She keeps a great garden.
Hers will be bursting through before I can even think about getting mine ready.

I never get flowers like that. Mine come in sparse but even so ever so welcome.