Well, April is almost over, and during the last few days it really does feel as Spring is finally here, weeks after its usual arrival. It’s definitely warmer than it has been, flowers are blooming everywhere, and leaves on trees and bushes have put on an incredible burst of growth, as if they are trying to make up for lost time. There are masses of butterflies and bees around, and birds are obviously nesting.
So in honour of Spring, today’s post is is one of my favourite poems: Home Thoughts, From Abroad, by Robert Browning. I’d always assumed he wrote it while he was living in Italy following his marriage to Elizabeth Barrett, but apparently it was written while he was visiting England in 1845.
And here’s a photo of blossom I took in the hedge alongside the canal. I’m not sure what it is, but I’m positive it’s not pear I. think it may be some kind of philadelphus, but whatever it is, t is very delicate, and very spring-like.