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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Loving Spring In


This poem expresses the perspective of a person encountering much rain, but looking past any inconvenience to the joy of spring flowers.


It is not raining rain to me,
It’s raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wildflowers on the hills.
April Rain [1901] st. 1

A health unto the happy!
A fig for him who frets!—
It is not raining rain to me,
It’s raining violets.
Ib. st. 4
--Robert Loveman (1864-1923)

If spring flowers have not yet sprung up in your area, I hope you are looking forward to the delights which increasing warm weather will surely bring. Have a great day!

Note on Illustrations: The Mayflower oil painting is in my dining room. The embroidery is in my guest room.

4 comments:

Eleanor said...

Love the poems! It must be so special to enjoy tea with you. Enjoy having your mother with you and spoiling her. Go well! Eleanor at Thatchwick

Esther Sunday said...

I just got my "mother fix" in Cali when I got to experience lovely warm spring weather. Then, back to Idaho - and six inches of fresh snow! Oh well. Love, Esther

Yellow Rose Arbor said...

I hope all is well with you, and your mother. Miss seeing your posts.

This is a very nice post! I enjoyed reading it.

Katherine

ThriftShopRomantic said...

Thanks for sending us ALL some spring flowers, Carrie. We're not there yet, but close. I noticed little leaf buds on the lilac bush. It is a'comin'! -Jenn