"From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flow'rs in odor and in hue,
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play."
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 98
The past few nights I have been going through Shakespeare's Sonnets. In the evenings all I want is to feel peaceful. His sonnets are revitalizing and tranquil. Think of them as yoga for your ears.
This particular sonnet expresses the elegance of Spring. The writer describes how the floral beauty reminds him of the one he is longing for. He hopes and dreams while all the time basking in the backdrop of a new season.
Instagram is a wonderful tool for capturing the unadulterated allure of life. I gathered several shots of my favorite Springtime moments.
When I look at these ducks my mind immediately turns to Beatrix Potter and Jemimah Puddleduck.
Salads are elevated when made with homegrown lettuce.
Being apart of the growth of your food is so satisfying. It's a raw pleasure.
Some people think they're weeds, I think they're beautiful. Besides, any flower named after butter has my automatic affection.
Enjoy this season. Breathe it in - pollen and all.