I am back home again and loving it. It has rained most of the time so far but that’s what happens in primavera (spring) in Brasil. The gardens look a picture with orchids, bougainvillea, irises and many other beautiful flowers competing to see which can look the brightest and prettiest. I love this time of the year, wherever I am in the world for it is when everything in nature comes back to life, reminding us that resurrection comes close behind death.
There is an energy and vitality in the air that is contagious. It is a time of the year when we get the urge to create, as though trying to match nature in her extravagant resurgence. There are more smiles around, even during the rain and everyone seems to be walking with greater purpose in their stride. Oh what a wonderful season. It is small wonder that Robert Browning’s thoughts turned to home because it was spring:
Home Thoughts from Abroad
OH, to be in England now that April ’s there
And whoever wakes in England sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England—now!
And after April, when Mary follows
And the white-throat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossom’d pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray’s edge—
That ’s the wise thrush: he sings each song twice over
Lest you should think he never could re-capture
The first fine careless rapture!
And, though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children’s dower,
Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!
Robert Browning
I cannot follow such eloquence, so will content myself with wishing you all a wonder-filled day!
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