What a winter it’s been. And don’t say “it’s not over yet.” I discovered snowdrops on Noel Street and crocuses on MacKay even before the last snowfall on April 9.  Libby saw her first robin, many of us have noticed Canada Geese flying north and still others can tell of their own spring sightings.

 

The sun holds the promise of spring even if the cold wind doesn’t. And in another month the Tulip Festival will be on.

 

A few more days of rain and warm sunshine and the leaves will come out  turning the vista from my north facing balcony into a  patchwork of greens in all shades.

 

I remember lines of some of the spring poems I had to memorize when I was in high school. They are still with me and remind me of carefree days and spring time happiness. Spring makes us feel exhilarated,rejuvenated, energetic and eager to be outdoors, especially living in a cold city like Ottawa.

 

I wish all of you a happy Easter and sunny days with family and friends!

 

And here is a poem to bring you joy.

 

Lines Written in Early Spring

By William Wordsworth

I heard a thousand blended notes, 
While in a grove I sate reclined, 
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts 
Bring sad thoughts to the mind. 
 
To her fair works did Nature link 
The human soul that through me ran; 
And much it grieved my heart to think 
What man has made of man. 
 
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, 
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; 
And ’tis my faith that every flower 
Enjoys the air it breathes. 
 
The birds around me hopped and played, 
Their thoughts I cannot measure:— 
But the least motion which they made 
It seemed a thrill of pleasure. 
 
The budding twigs spread out their fan, 
To catch the breezy air; 
And I must think, do all I can, 
That there was pleasure there. 
 
If this belief from heaven be sent, 
If such be Nature’s holy plan, 
Have I not reason to lament 
What man has made of man?