Tuesday, March 06, 2007

In Just Spring?

It's been such a beautiful day today that I wondered how to describe it - especially when somebody said 'Well it is spring isn't it?'

Is it? Here I was plodding along thinking 'End of winter - spring's around the corner, not quite yet'.

Ok, we're nearly there: the lambs just 'loosed' from the shed onto our field are doing archetypal lamby things in the late afternoon sunshine - springing into the air, all four feet off the ground, wagging their little tails - full of the joys of....not being in a shed. (You wait 'til tonight babes when the next band of rain rolls in....)

There are daffodils and and some early blossom: buds are swelling. Birds are singing.

But we're not there yet - I don't feel that thrill of anticipation, that soaring of spirit as the earth heaves into life, the quickening of the pulse that surges through man, beast, bird and maybe even flower.

I wondered if I could describe this 'ante-room' to the season as 'in Just spring' after ee cummings poem of the same name. It's quirkiness never fails to put me in mind of that excitement that is the season. And not a daffodil or cliche in sight.
in just-
      in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
balloonMan whistles

ee cummings

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