A Spring Monday and the Cuckoo

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"Our" Cuckoo that lives in the little forest nearby has arrived!
This year about two weeks earlier than past years.

...CUCKOO - CUCKOO - CUCKOO...
he greets me every morning.

An unmistakable sound that Spring is really here!

Blossoms - Blossoms.....

....it's green and blooming on every corner...



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To the Cuckoo

By William Wordsworth

"O blithe New-comer! I have heard,

I hear thee and rejoice.

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,

Or but a wandering Voice?"...

"While I am lying on the grass

Thy twofold shout I hear;

From hill to hill it seems to pass,

At once far off, and near."

"Though babbling only to the Vale

Of sunshine and of flowers,

Thou bringest unto me a tale

Of visionary hours."

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"Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!

Even yet thou art to me

No bird, but an invisible thing,

A voice, a mystery;"

"The same whom in my school-boy days

I listened to; that Cry

Which made me look a thousand ways

In bush, and tree, and sky."

"To seek thee did I often rove

Through woods and on the green;

And thou wert still a hope, a love;

Still longed for, never seen."

 

"And I can listen to thee yet;

Can lie upon the plain

And listen, till I do beget

That golden time again."

 Elizabeth Gould or Edward Lear.  Goulds Birds of Europe: The Common Cuckoo 1837

"O blessèd Bird! the earth we pace

Again appears to be

An unsubstantial, faery place;

That is fit home for Thee!"
(William Wordsworth)

First blossoms at one of the tree peonies!

HAPPY  SPRING !

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