The trees are budding, the birds are back, and the sun shines with all its might. And this is just March! Uncanny, not that I’m complaining….
It’s amazing how just a few days of warmth can initiate new life, transform the overall mood, throw love into the air, and make people like me get back to their writing.
Like Bertie Wooster puts it in the ‘The Inimitable Jeeves’ (Wodehouse):
“I don’t know if you know that sort of feeling you get on these days, when the sky’s a light blue, with cotton-wool clouds, and there’s a bit of breeze blowing from the west? Kind of uplifting feeling. Romantic, if you know what I mean. I’m not much of a ladies’ man, but on this particular morning it seemed to me that what I really wanted was some charming girl to buzz up and ask me to save her from assassins or something.”
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Welcome back :)
ReplyDeleteWordsworth echoed this in a pensive mood in April upon stumbling onto a daffodill patch in the Lake district...
"I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought"
I feel... spring is good if one has his/her partner around , no use of birds chirping , winds blowing when you are experiencing it all alone (I guess, I am missing my partner :) ).
ReplyDeleteImpressed with your observation power on mother nature.
Now that you are back, DON’T go in hiding again :). Welcome back
Correction:
ReplyDelete"I guess, I am missing my partner :)" ---this was suppose to be ""I guess, I am missing my partner :("