Nothing is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Here is my take on spring.
The box shades the computer so that I can see the screen but I’m still in the sun.
The tulips are from my trip to Utrecht last week.
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March 23, 2010 at 12:17 pm
Great idea with the box. I love being able to work outside. Fortunately I got the architect to put a weather-proof electricity socket outside and the wifi works there. There is a cycle path on the road outside the garden so I get that regular sound of freewheeling that disrupts the birdsong. I’m not sure which is more musical