Despite the soaring pollen counts and the jungle that used to be my yard, I love spring.
I love walking outside and seeing a bunch of tiny daffodils peeking through pine straw. I love chocolate bunnies and jelly beans, little kidders in their church finery, with Easter baskets and bonnets. I love the explosion of azaleas blooming at The Masters and the excitement of the highs and lows on that Sunday as golfers make a run for the green jacket. I love digging out my sandals from the back of the closet, and sitting on my deck, reading (and sneezing) in the sunshine. There’s something poetic in the air when spring arrives.
I know booksellers and teachers and poets and the like got together and chose April for National Poetry Month ostensibly because it was available and people could celebrate with a high degree of participation. But that sounds awfully stuffy and dry, doesn’t it? I’d rather think it’s because April is right there in the midst of spring when the earth is coming alive again, just like words come alive in a good poem. Rebirth, renewal, rejoicing!
I hope your April has been glorious and that you enjoyed a poem or two. If you haven’t got round to the poetry, here’s a list of 10 Classic Spring Poems Everyone Should Read and I liked Dr. Oliver Tearle’s choices. I have to admit that it’s The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot that always comes to mind in spring but only because of that well-known first line…”April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land…” Maybe in an English Lit college class long ago, a professor made me read it, possibly explained it, but it’s just that line that’s stuck with me.
I don’t believe April is the cruellest month; maybe one day I’ll write a poem titled “April Sings of Hope” but until then, I’ll keep writing at the Muffin. This month’s offerings, “New Tricks” about learning my lesson when working on novel edits, and “I Get By with a Little Help from the Pros” where the advice therein is great whether you’re a writer or new car owner.
Which reminds me…I need to figure out where the button is that will spray my windshield. It’s a pollen-y mess!
Cathy and Libs ♥ (who is on the prowl for snakes because yeah, April is Snake Month, too)
Ah, spring time, the promise of warm days sitting outdoors to read. Ahhchoo!
Cathy–Even though you probably have a fob instead of a key, don’t think you cannot lock yourself out, and don’t think that AAA cannot help you if you DO lock yourself out.
My fob (I guess) needed a new battery. Sometimes I would walk to my car and it wouldn’t unlock on its own–when it should have sensed the fob. That same weakness made it so when I accidentally left my keys/fob in the car, it allowed me to lock the door, instead of preventing it getting locked. AAA came, put a mini blood pressure cuff-like thingy in the crack between the front door and pack door, like Hans and Franz–they pumped it up–and then flexible hose into the gap, unlocked the door.
I don’t know how I missed this post. Spring is nice… way nicer than summer.