This is a photo blog of some of the wonderful signs of Spring I have found in woodlands around Exmoor this past week or so. I’m hoping to see hawthorn flowers and bluebells by the end of the week. Can’t wait!
I can’t resist sharing with you one of my favourite Springtime poems by Phillip Larkin…
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
by Philip Larkin
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