From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.
That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew;
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play."
~ William Shakespeare, Sonnet 98 ~Spring is officially just days away and with it comes my most favourite time of year. I love spring. As the days lengthen and the level of light increases so does my contentment with the world. Not to put too fine a point on it I simply feel happier. The garden is budding and geening up beautifully with splashes of colour in the form of delightful spring bulbs (I particularly love the blue and pink hyacinths that are popping up everywhere), birds are singing and the soil is coming to life after a winter hibernation. I dug over the raised beds at the weekend, adding some fresh top soil and plenty of well-rotted manure in readiness for sowing my vegetable seeds in early April. I generally sow direct in the ground because I don't have room for a greenhouse in my small garden, and to be honest I simply cannot be bothered with seed trays and potting on and all that pricking out palaver. I had great success with most things last year so I will just carry on as I have done before and hope for the best! However this year we have the added challenge of a prolonged drought situation here in eastern England and it will be a testing time nurturing those thirsty veggies whilst they establish, and avoiding their bolting during the summer months. Without regular rain my water-butt supply will not last very long at all.
Anyway its good to be back and I promise not to stay away too long this time. "Bloggers block" had struck again and it all felt ever so slightly self-conscious. I wonder if anyone else feels this way from time to time? I simply kept away from blogging, resurfacing at the beginning of February with a snowy post. Another reminder of how quickly the seasons turn with the onset of Spring once again offering me a wake-up call. I'm now brimming with ideas for blog posts and the Monday poem will once again return to this blog. I had over-extended myself with two blogs, so, 'A Poem for all Seasons' will be gently put to bed! Apologies to followers of that blog but be sure to check by here each Monday instead.
I must just mention this lovely film which the OH and I went to see a week or so ago. If you haven't seen it yet, I urge you to do so. The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel been playing at our local Abbeygate Picturehouse to packed-out audiences - we had to book tickets after being turned away twice, something we haven't had to do for some time. Life-affirming and great fun - try not to miss it.