Columbine

We are still waiting for the first daffodil of Spring. A shaft of light from under the cloud shot over the valley and illuminated the bright green of the new leaves on the hillside. Today may not be the official first day of Spring, but with flowers growing and the sun warming, we are well on our way to not minding the calendar.  Here is part of a poem about Spring.

Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;
But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring
In triumph to the world the youthful Spring.

The Spring by Thomas Carew