Oh to be in England now that spring is here (with apologies to Robert Browning)
If you live outside the UK and ever wondered what spring looked like in England , here it is. We are plunged back into winter for a few days, with heavy snow and sub-zero temperatures, just as we were getting excited about spring. It looks pretty but it’s ****** cold. I hope the end of the winter weather comes very soon and I can start posting some photos of spring. It really will be wonderful when it arrives, honestly.
To avoid receiving lots of comments about my mangling of Robert Browning’s poem I have provided it in full below for those who may be interested. It also reassures me it will all be okay soon.
HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD
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
And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossom’d 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!