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| Lovely shaped tree |
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| The most mistletoe covered tree around |
"The Wasteland
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain
Winter kept us warm covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little with dried tubers.
TS Eliot 1922"
This year however the forgetful snow seems to have forgotten to leave.
The hour has moved forward into summertime, and with it our thoughts. No longer are we content to wear the heavy coat that stilted both our movement and out spirit. Awakening from the winter sleep of apathy and dull listlessness I find I want ti sing. I want to feel the warm sun on my limbs, and the soft caress of the hyacinth scented air. Like the bud I am eager to embrace life.
Too short in this life are we young enough to embrace all that our bodies are capable of, and old enough to value the day. On the starting block of the seasons of growth, flower and fruitfulness we find ourselves limbering up for the race of our lives.
Happily today, although the mornings are sharp and frosty, finally some warmth from the sun is reaching us in Worcestershire, and the skies are jewel blue and beautiful.
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| The still snow covered Malvern Hills |
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| Interesting trees and sky |
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