- Brookie and Rosie begin their day looking out the window and reporting on the ratio of grass to snow.
- the yard that we have had for almost 5 years is yet again a new and wondrous place to explore
- the bikes are strewn all over the drive way
- our walkway and porch are covered with sidewalk chalk -original artwork, messages and tic tac toe games
- we have a rousing game of family soccer out on the front lawn at 7 pm and it is still light enough out to see the ball
- rubber boots are a permanent fixture on little feet
- rosy cheeks and runny noses are permanent fixtures on little faces
- people are smiling more
- you see your neighbours again
- You open the windows again, even if it means you need to put an extra sweater on
- it smells like mud and grass and promises of new life
~Mandy
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Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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.
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