Spring has finally come to Devon in the English countryside. Birds are chirping, sheep are bleating, flowers are blooming. Poetry is fitting at this time, with all its flowery words and phrases. I found this lovely phrase for my handquote from John Clare’s sonnet, On a Lane in Spring.
A Little Lane, the brook runs close beside
And spangles in the sunshine while the fish glide swiftly by
And hedges leafing with the green spring tide
From out their greenery the old birds fly
And chirp and whistle in the morning sun
The pilewort glitters ‘neath the pale blue sky
The little robin has its nest begun
And grass green linnets round the bushes fly
How Mild the Spring Comes in; the daisy buds
Lift up their golden blossoms to the sky
How lovely are the pingles and the woods
Here a beetle runs; and there a fly
Rests on the Arum leaf in bottle green
And all the Spring in this Sweet lane is seen
This image was captured at the Glastonbury Abbey garden in Glastonbury. It’s rumored to be the grave site of King Arthur and is a quirky little town with lots of mystery and myth surrounding the inhabitants and buildings.