Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England - now!
And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows
Hark! where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower, -
Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!
Off to England in a few days so leaving the eggs in good hands! A mother-daughter trip that promises to be more enjoyable than the trip we took when my daughter was in 6th grade and mother-daughter was not cool. We plan on having more fun this time visiting London, the seaside, the countryside (a bit early to experience Robert Brownings England) and best of all hanging out with family. May even get a chance to herald my grandniece or grandnephew into the world - what better way to celebrate Spring - and to boot, March 14th is Mothering Sunday so I get to have two this year! Mothering Sunday was the only day of the year when the young people 'in service' were allowed to go home to visit their families. The housekeeper or cook would allow the maids to bake a simnel cake to take home to their mothers together with gifts of eggs and flowers. It's nice to know it's not another 'Hallmark holiday"!
Whilst I'm away frolicking amongst the daffodils Beth and Barbara will be setting up shop at the Dripping Springs Farmer's Market which starts on March 20th. Be sure to stop by and check in on them for me!
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