It’s the first day of spring in the Northern Hemisphere, but we’ve had spring weather for the past week or so, and it’s given us all a boost! Wherever you are and whatever your weather, here’s hoping you’ll enjoy new shoots of every kind and the many pleasures of the season. (If you receive this by email, click on the link to see the flowers).
Here’s a poem for spring — poignant, but hopeful. You can almost hear the leaves growing…
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
— Philip Larkin