The last few weeks have sped by. They have been crammed with new ventures and seem to be keeping pace with all the new growth.
It has been a beautiful Spring but has passed so quickly.
The first blossoms have come and gone
The gardens are full of flowers
and the fields are full of sheep, contented with their lambs beside them.
For me though, the true glory of Spring is the bluebells
Who fill the woods with scent and colour and make you want to sing with joy
But hurry, hurry, let's go outside and not miss a moment
It has been a beautiful Spring but has passed so quickly.
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| 'The glassy pear tree leaves and blooms , they brush the descending blue' ( I know it's a cherry...) |
The first blossoms have come and gone
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| 'Weeds in wheels shot long and lovely and lush' |
The gardens are full of flowers
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| 'What is all this juice and all this joy?' |
and the fields are full of sheep, contented with their lambs beside them.
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| 'The lambs too have fair their fling' |
Who fill the woods with scent and colour and make you want to sing with joy
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| 'That blue is all in a rush with richness' |
But hurry, hurry, let's go outside and not miss a moment
I want to capture every beautiful day
'Nothing is so beautiful as Spring'
My apologies for mangling Gerard Manley Hopkins perfect poem
Hello Jane,
ReplyDeleteYes, Spring is such a glorious time of year and your pictures capture the essence of an English Spring so beautifully.
When in our nostalgic moments for England we think that what we miss most are carpets of bluebells in English woods and choral evensong in an English country church. Little else, apart from our friends.
Although the blossom is fleeting it us so lovely to revel in it whilst it lasts. Looking up through blossom clad trees to blue skies above just has to be one of the most glorious experiences of early Spring.
Joy!
Dear Jane and Lance, I am so lucky to have grown up among the chalky beechwoods of the Chilterns and then moved to Wiltshire, so I never have to miss the bluebells in Spring. Jane xx
DeleteWe had such a mild "non-winter" that spring seemed to start in about January here. I have pelargoniums flowering which have survived a winter outside. Your pictures capture all the lush beauty of the season.
ReplyDeleteThank you John. I mark the severity of the winter by the survival rate of my pelargoniums too! Jane xx
DeleteHaven`t the bluebells been wonderful this year? They are growing all along the hedge bottom in the fields here, as well as all over the garden.
ReplyDeleteYour words and pictures capture the lushness of spring so well. I`m sure GMH wouldn`t mind you "tweaking" his poem to suit the images!
Thank you, I'm glad you think he would forgive me. I love the poem so, it runs through my mind all Spring. Jane xx
DeleteAh, the bluebells! The wooded path looks so magical - almost out of Shakespeare's forests.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, beautiful captures.
Thank you. It is a magical wood, I can always imagine Robin Hood and his Merry Men living there! Jane xx
DeleteHello Jane
ReplyDeleteThe bluebells are so beautiful. I could linger for ages. The sheep and lambs also enhance this, my favourite season of the year.
Thanks for sharing your corner of the world
Helen xx
I keep going back to that beautiful wood and every time it seems more lovely. Thank you Helen, it is always good to share pleasures with friends. Jane xx
DeleteSpring is always so beautiful and your photos here prove it so. In Portland, we now have canopies of trees over many of the roads and in the park in the NW section of town.
ReplyDeleteI agree with spring being over so quickly! It seems just yesterday when the trees were bare, now they are all in leaf, and I seem to be so behind with the veggie plot. In our bit of France, we are lucky to have lots of bluebells, so it is something we can still enjoy.
ReplyDeleteLovely post, Jane. Your pictures and words are enchanting. Enjoy what's left of spring. Diane
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel (Jane and Mr Manley Hopkins) at this time of year, you need to be outside as much as possible!
ReplyDeleteA customer at the tiny library I worked at once gave me some lines of a poem, completely out of the blue...
ReplyDelete"He picks up a handful of blossom
Throwing it into the wind
Rejoicing in the moment
Not mourning the passing of Spring"
I'm sure she told me she had written it herself, but it sent shivers down my spine as the blossom marks my favourite time of the year, and I did used to get sad to see it go. Our apple trees are full of blossom, but we have strong winds today & I can see petals blowing past the window. Now I just think of the poem and look forward to summer blooms!
You are so right - nothing is as beautiful as Spring and it is so fleeting which is, of course, part of its charm! And nothing symbolises an English Spring as well as bluebells. They are utterly magical! Happy Spring, Jane.
ReplyDeleteI thought I had commented on this. But I agree with you. I always cherish the Spring. It's the time of year I look forward to - and May perhaps most of all. IN fact, I like May so much that I have chosen it to be the official month of my birthday, instead of cold, grey old January! :)
ReplyDeleteDelicious photographs and words - how I love May. For me it is THE best time of year. Sadly I cannot hold on to it and it is nearly gone. Still I will start looking forward to next year already!
ReplyDeleteI hope that all is well
Best wishes
Jenny
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