If spring is your thing
There’s a land of weather
Softened by heather,
Where dreamy drizzle
Tickles the whimsical
Fancy feather.
Where Spring’s a lucky ring
Of gold whin in Wicklow
And dear shamrocks grow,
Down about Bantry Bay
Up around Lough Neagh
And over Hillsborough.
Spring’s always in full swing
And the sun doesn’t glare
At so much green where
Pure ribbons of gilting
Upon rivers lilting
Brighten grassy glens so fair.
What were we discussing?
Sweet brambly patch jams,
Evergreen pastures spread of lambs,
Wild violets, and salmon runs swift,
Fresh fields of clover adrift…
Is it spring flowing from my pen in hand?
Or, is it Ireland?
Happy spring, Chicks ‘n’ Peeps by Larissa M., A Bun in the Grass is by Andy P. The Foal and my Son in Spain – Distorted Proportions is by Batikart. Ham in clovers by Meagan!
Prettily penned phrasing per Pyrit, perfecto!
These are so happy! They make me yearn for days of sunshine, especially since the weather where I live doesn’t seem to have gotten the memo that spring has sprung. And I especially love the last pic–its colors are so pretty and spring-y.
Spring has come… Happy Norooz.
Spring brings hope and sunny days.
*Skips blissfully through green meadows in a ruffled dress with bunnies and lambies following*
Nice dress, Mel!!!!11!!
I’m a little confused, i thought you were a male in real life? (Not that males can’t skip in ruffles but .. but .. )
I’m a woman. I am red-headed, bossy, have a man’s job, and fight like a man, but I chalk that up to being a tomboy. I am the scourge of West Dallas, but deep down I like eyelet lace and skipping. You got a problem with that?
no, sir!
(with apologies from a red-headed, bossy woman whose mother had the same job as yours and a low voice that gets me called ‘sir’ a lot!)
Sharpy, my husband (incidentally, redheaded) has a…soft voice. Not high-pitched, but not deep, either. And he has a tendency to go up in pitch when he’s trying to make his voice carry, such as when we go through a drive-through. So he gets called “ma’am” all the time. I tell him he needs to turn right around and call the female employees “sir,” but he’s too nice.
Ha! I get that a lot.
Hey, West Dallas-er! North Dallas-er (sort of) here!
Hi, oh North-Dallaser! Actually, I live in Deep Ellum. I just work in the neighborhood called West Dallas – the land of shotgun shacks, wild dogs and Chevy Caprices.
The last pic is so cute and perfect it’s unreal.
Spring in Ireland, eh? Split the difference…. Beautiful, charming, just a lovely, lovely post. Thank you.
Know what the best part about being an ornithologist is?
You get to meet a lot of chicks!!
Like in pic 1… Man Iv’e been waiting since october to say that
*thunderous applause and cries of “Author!!11!! Author!!11!!”
So cute. CO rocks my world! BTW it is Autumn here in Australia
Peeps are good food.
and they’re FUZZY too
The rarely seen “Hover-Bun”!
Milinki, no likey…
http://www.marshmallowpeeps.com/recipes
YAY for that linkey-poo !!!!
Why am I
even with all those beautiful photos ?
1-husband was sick with a MAN cold all weekend.
2-we’re getting a snow storm for the first day of spring.
3-got up this morning and what do you know, now I’ve got a cold.
me sowwy, Gigi
*waves Magic Rhinestoned, Glittery Wand*
(hoping it will all immediately and magically go away)
A man cold? Is that where he mopes around all weekend, moaning and groaning about how miserable he is and wanting you to coddle and baby him and wait on him hand and foot?
Yes to all of the above LOL!
But with my husband there is the added “fun” of him not wanting to take anything to feel better. He’s worst that a kid when it comes to taking cough syrup or a decongestant. Or blowing his nose! He’d rather sniffle and that a sound that drives me up the wall.
“Ah, a tough guy, yeah? Lemme at ‘em!”
“I can’t reach the remote…”
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hamsters in Ohio violets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Vernal Equinox, everyone!
And sorry about your cold, Gigi
Chix in box, bun with the wind in her hair/hare, ginormous foal, and a ham in VIOLETS not clover ahem ahem dear Pyrit. Yay Sorubgm woot woot!!!
Look again, I guarantee,
Clover’s there, you will see.
As well as a dandelion or two. (Starts gathering for a nice spring salad….)
Not sure where Sorubgm is? Me neither. I meant that to say Yay Spring woot woot!!!
Horse hover text is awesome!
Poetry is just lovely – you’ve got some talent there…
WOW.
Peeps, not to be a Debbie Downer, but this is a treacherous time of year. I can remember too many post-equinox blizzards! In fact, my dad, the Spit Bath King, is returning from Florida next week (he’s better, YAY!) and that’s usually a cue for a DOOZY of a snowstorm.
Erm…. Y’all just jinxed us!
(backs away slowly so as to escape jinx sphere of influence)
No, no, you misunderstand jinxes. All this spring celebrating is the jinx, I tells ya! *putting on wise old crone robes*
Well, here in Colorado, the only month when you can be fairly sure there won’t be snow (at least, down here at “lower” elevations) is July.
haha Yeah I remember living in northern N.M. (just a few miles south of Colorado) we had snow for the prom in May. Quite a bunch, too, not just a few flakes. Made walking around in those skimpy shoes a bit cold.
Oh, I am jelly! My hubby is a CO native, and my best friend from high school lives in Brighton. I want snow!
I have Russian/Irish/Scots heritage, and I think there must be a Siberian in the woodpile somewhere, because I love cold weather.
The hammie is so cute! I love how he/she looks in the violets.
Wow, that was a nice poem!
Oh HUSH now!
YOUR turn!
What a lovely spring envisioning poem!
Yesh, like HillCat says…
LOL an astrolorph, an aracana and a buff orphington… too bad peeps boxes aren’t usually filled in such a manner.
Also the last photo reminds me of a song.
Sweet violets
sweeter than the roses
covered all over from head to toe
covered all over with sweet violets.
You omitted the verse, which is more interesting.
LOL Okay here you go.
There once was a farmer who took a young miss
In back of the barn where he gave her a lecture
On horses and chickens and eggs
And told her that she had such beautiful
Manners that suited a girl of her charms
A girl that he wanted to take in his
Washing and ironing and then if she did
They could get married and raise lots of
Sweet violets
Sweeter than the roses
Covered all over from head to toe
Covered all over with sweet violets
The girl told the farmer that he’d better stop
And she called her father and he called a
Taxi and got there before very long
‘Cause some one was doin’ his little girl
Right for a change and so that’s why he said
If you marry her son, you’re better off single
‘Cause it’s always been my belief
Marriage will bring a man nothing but
Sweet Violets
Sweeter than the roses
Covered all over from head to toe
Covered all over with sweet violets
The farmer decided he’d wed anyway
And started in planning for his wedding
Suit which he purchased for only one buck
But then he found out he was just out of
Money and so he got left in the lurch
A standin’ and waitin’ in front of the
End of the story which just goes to show
All a girl wants from a man is his
Sweet Violets
Sweeter than the roses
Covered all over from head to toe
Covered all over with sweet violets
Well, they had me at the horsey knobby knees and then that wonderful hammie showed up with the violets. THEN the violets poem/song! OMG!!!!11!!! Too much.
And also Pyrit’s poem, of course! Didn’t mean to ignore that!
Peeps in a box! A hover-bun! OMIGAWDPONY!!!!11!!!! Oh, hi hammie!
Oh, Pyrit, that’s just beautiful!!!
You’re just the best, LBeeeze. Happy Spring to you!
*Applause* for Pyrit’s poetry – wonderful!
My favorite moment was when the poem waxed nostalgiac
“And dear shamrocks grow,
Down about Bantry Bay
Up around Lough Neagh
And over Hillsborough…”
only to be interrupted by the not-very-lyrical (though very cute) bunny grunt of effort: ‘ehn!” Perfect comedic timing.