Monday, April 14, 2008

The Wearin' of the Green

Despite the wind and the cold, despite tonight's wintry temps and this day's brisk a-seasonal atonality, the verdant tapestry greens each day, a whispering carpet brightening.

As the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins put it:

"There lives the dearest freshness deep down things."


Sheila said...

I couldn't believe after the 70 degree weather that it was snowing on sunday! ugh! I'm glad that its sunny today, even if it is still a wee bit chilly.

Patti said...

Each day we get closer to Spring.

The bloomin' forsythia is all around. Splashes of bright yellow at every turn.

Ralph said...

Probably nothing so green as in the land of the Scots or in Eire...but I'll take our greenish brown lawn peppered with thatch. Spring is here.