If Spring is Your Thing

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!



  1. Prettily penned phrasing per Pyrit, perfecto!

  2. 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. 🙂

  3. Spring has come… Happy Norooz. 🙂

  4. Spring brings hope and sunny days.

  5. (The Original) Mel says:

    *Skips blissfully through green meadows in a ruffled dress with bunnies and lambies following*

  6. Space Cowgirl says:

    The last pic is so cute and perfect it’s unreal.

  7. Spring in Ireland, eh? Split the difference…. Beautiful, charming, just a lovely, lovely post. Thank you.

  8. o no he/ she/ it DI-unt!!! says:

    Nice dress, Mel!!!!11!!

  9. BatBlaster says:

    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

  10. So cute. CO rocks my world! BTW it is Autumn here in Australia 🙂

  11. Peeps are good food.

  12. kimbunny says:

    The rarely seen “Hover-Bun”! 🙂

    Milinki, no likey… 😦

  13. 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.

  14. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Hamsters in Ohio violets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  15. JerilynS says:

    Happy Vernal Equinox, everyone!

    And sorry about your cold, Gigi 😦

  16. Cholmondeley says:

    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!!!

  17. Cholmondeley says:

    Not sure where Sorubgm is? Me neither. I meant that to say Yay Spring woot woot!!!

  18. Horse hover text is awesome!

  19. Poetry is just lovely – you’ve got some talent there…

  20. o no he/ she/ it DI-unt!!! says:

    *thunderous applause and cries of “Author!!11!! Author!!11!!” 🙂

  21. o no he/ she/ it DI-unt!!! says:

    and they’re FUZZY too 🙂

  22. o no he/ she/ it DI-unt!!! says:

    YAY for that linkey-poo !!!!

  23. o no he/ she/ it DI-unt!!! says:

    me sowwy, Gigi 😦

    *waves Magic Rhinestoned, Glittery Wand*
    (hoping it will all immediately and magically go away)

  24. 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. 😯

  25. 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?

  26. baby birdie says:

    The hammie is so cute! I love how he/she looks in the violets.

  27. Not That Mike The Other Mike says:

    Wow, that was a nice poem! 🙂

  28. Look again, I guarantee,
    Clover’s there, you will see.

  29. 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.

  30. Oh HUSH now! 🙂
    YOUR turn!

  31. What a lovely spring envisioning poem!

  32. 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.

  33. TrixandSam says:

    As well as a dandelion or two. (Starts gathering for a nice spring salad….)

  34. TrixandSam says:

    Erm…. Y’all just jinxed us!

    (backs away slowly so as to escape jinx sphere of influence)

  35. You omitted the verse, which is more interesting. :mrgreen:

  36. No, no, you misunderstand jinxes. All this spring celebrating is the jinx, I tells ya! *putting on wise old crone robes*

  37. 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. 😀

  38. 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

  39. puddlepeppers says:

    Yesh, like HillCat says…

  40. Mary (the first) says:

    I’m a little confused, i thought you were a male in real life? (Not that males can’t skip in ruffles but .. but .. )

  41. Mary (the first) says:

    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. 😦

  42. Mary (the first) says:

    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.

  43. Mary (the first) says:

    And also Pyrit’s poem, of course! Didn’t mean to ignore that! 😀

  44. (The Original) Mel says:

    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? 😉

  45. 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!)

  46. Hey, West Dallas-er! North Dallas-er (sort of) here!

  47. 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. 🙂

  48. “I can’t reach the remote…”

  49. 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.

  50. (The Original) Mel says:

    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.

  51. (The Original) Mel says:

    Ha! I get that a lot.

  52. victoreia says:

    “Ah, a tough guy, yeah? Lemme at ’em!”

  53. victoreia says:

    Peeps in a box! A hover-bun! OMIGAWDPONY!!!!11!!!! Oh, hi hammie!

  54. Oh, Pyrit, that’s just beautiful!!!

  55. You’re just the best, LBeeeze. Happy Spring to you!

  56. SnowyLeop says:

    *Applause* for Pyrit’s poetry – wonderful!

  57. SnowyLeop says:

    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.