Sunny and bright… but snow in Devon!

it is supposed to be midway through spring and on its way to summer… but where for heaven’s sake is the spring weather? Looking out there is blossom on the trees although a lot has blown off in the dreadful bitter winds we’ve had, there is blue sky but the clouds are beginning to turn grey, and the sun has no warmth in it. Our vegetables are beginning to make a showing, but they need sun, they need warmth, they need insects to pollinate them!

Spring

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.

What is all this juice and all this joy?

   A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning

In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,

   Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,

Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,

   Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

by Gerard Manley Hopkins