I wonders where the boidies is.
The boid is on the wing.
But that’s absoid?
The wing is on the boid.
There are lots of ways different people decide when Spring has finally sprung.
For some it is the appearance of frog spawn.
For others it is when the birds start their nest-building or mating.
When you can put your foot on seven daisies is another sure sign. (The above picture was taken on 15th April 2007).
Then again there is that morning when you go outdoors and feel compelled to take a deep breath of the air. You can just feel that Spring has arrived. No one thing tells you – it’s just a feeling you get in the stillness of the early morning.
For me it is the first dawn song of the Blackbird. We have had House Sparrows twittering away for weeks and a Dunnock singing but the mellow and melodious virtuoso of the Blackbird in the Ash tree was first heard this morning.
It’s Spring here, folks.
P.S. There is an alternative version of the anonymous poem quoted above:-
Spring has sprung;
The grass has ris.
I wonder where
The birdie is?
There he is
In the sky.
He dropped some
Whitewash in my eye!
I am no sissy;
I won't cry.
I'm just glad
The cows can't fly!
Ah spring. And not a moment too soon.
ReplyDeleteI remember the poem you cite from my youth when there were Burma Shave signs along the highway.
Looks good, i well remember the spring I worked in London -- the marvellous colouring of the leaves breaking out. Here in the antipodes, of course, the deciduous trees are getting their autumn foliage. I've been exploring the lakes around Rotorua: most of the forest here is evergreen but in a few places some brilliant autumn colours are catching the eye, reds, orange, yellow -- in between the green tree-ferns and native forests. NZ has an amazingly diverse landscape.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother used to say that poem a little differently:
ReplyDeleteSpring has sprung,
The grass is riz,
I wonder where
the flowers is?
Either way, it gave me a smile this morning, as I wait for that moment, and that feeling, of Spring to show up here.
Wow - a lot of memories of my Papa today. I just came from GB's blog and somehow I found thoughts in my mind about my Papa's woodworking days. Now, you've shared this poem that I haven't heard since I was a little girl; one that my Papa use to say :o)
ReplyDeleteHe was a clever man.
Oh...and yay for Spring but it's not here yet {sigh}
Well, hallelulia brother! And none too soon. Spring, for me, is like when I finally CAN take a deep breath. I forget every year though that spring also means gale force winds here. :(
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful blackbird!
We had one deay of spring and then it went back into hiding and sent out winter as a replacement. I can't wait for the sound of frogs chirping and the birds singing!
ReplyDeleteFun photos and the POEM! Wonderful laugh!
ReplyDeleteHow fascinating! I never knew of these old sayings! My mother (from "down P-AY" - that is, Pennsylvania) used to say:
ReplyDeleteSpring has sprung,
Grass has riz,
I wonder where the heck,
Summer is?
What a great poem!!!
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter to you!