Category: Spring

Words from William Wordsworth

Joey Jones5 Comments

What are three objects you couldn’t live without?- I’m hijacking today’s DP space

Hawthorne

Lines Written in Early Spring

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?

William Wordsworth ( 1770~1850)

The Earth awakes

Joey Jones9 Comments

What is your favorite season of year? Why?

I love Spring, but I also like those days in January when things begin to kick off. No human needed for the New Year to get up and running.

How my heart lifts at the sighting of the first snowdrop. I can barely contain my excitement.

A sprinkling of crocus here, a spread of aconites there…and then there are ……Yikes! What are they called? Their name escapes me… Catkin, yes, catkins. Phew!

Then cut to Spring itself. The natural world is energised with new life. The sun has some warmth in it. The evenings are becoming lighter. The birds are louder and more vocal as they seek a mate. The grass begins growing and the trees, as ever late to the game, radiate what’s to come. The bursts of colour on display are a joy to behold.

It’s the energy I find exciting. So much to observe and appreciate.