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O wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
P.B.Shelley, ‘Ode to the West Wind’
Here comes the Sun. And Spring!
The birds knew, before we did that today was going to be a wonderful day. The weather forecast did, cautiously and tentatively mention that today would be ‘partly sunny’.
But there’s nothing ‘partly’ about this glorious, bursting sunshine. And yet, there’s dew on the grass: and the sunrays merrily light them up, evry single one of them. They stand out like little drops of diamonds, all along the nature strip, and the verges.
And lo and behold! Sun-beams shot into the dense foliage of the tree outside my gallery, and bade the buds to wake. Where the sun has kissed them, every single bud has burst into bloom. Where it has not, the buds are tightly furled, and waiting.
The flowers perfume the air, filling it with incense. I feel faint with the aroma and the glory of it. Birds, bees and butterflies cavort and wheel, lightly alighting, sipping, serenading…
