Spring color has saturated Seattle: purple and blue hyacinths have pushed up, sunny daffodils, magenta camellias and frothy cherry blossoms line the streets. The vernal equinox happened on March 21st, a dreary grey blustery day. But today we finally got a hint of summer. Elliot of course broke out his shorts and crocs.
Spring - by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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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