"The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The Plowboy is whooping-anon-anon: There's joy in the mountains; There's life in the fountains; Small clouds are sailing, The rain is over and gone!"

“March” by William Wordsworth

Antonio Vivaldi’s Spring (The Four Seasons), performed at The National Botanical Gardens of Wales by Julia Fischer and accompanied by the Academy of St. Martin in the Fields.

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Loved Wordsworth’s depiction of Spring in New England, the Northern Latitudes. I lived and grew up in Northern Ohio, and enjoyed the 4 Seasons.
Living in Central Georgia now we just have basically three. Spring, Summer, Fall. No winter. Robins do leave around Christmas for about 4 to 6 weeks and make a grand reappearance coming in by the hundreds, dotting lawns with their black coats and red vests, hungrily foraging for dormant insects and worms tucked in among the grass roots.
If one is a permanent resident of Florida, one would have a different Sonnet.
March is when all the invaders from the Northern States, and the invaders from our neighborly Canada take their leave and return home for the summer.
Suddenly one realizes there is less noise in their apartment from the heavy traffic that once was on busy roads. Less crowded shopping centers. 15,000 persons disappear from one county, as if transported by the rapture.
Spring time every where brings the end of the old, the beginning of the new.
Here in Central Georgia when it becomes “cold” we know winter has arrived when certain bushes begin blooming for the winter. Suddenly, it seems full of blooms ranging from white through pink to deep rose. Or maybe white with small streaks of red. Narcissus in November bloom by the roadside. Pecan trees drop their gifts to the ground for both man and squirrel.
Spring brings the sleeping for winter blooms [it becomes too hot!] and the awakening of massive spring blossoms every where in their riot of colors – white, pinks, lavender, yellow, red. Green tips on trees. Lawns covered in tiny, almost invisible flowers of purple, violet. and soon taken over by tall, stately stems proudly showing their yellow blossoms.
Living in my high rise apartment my view allows me to survey our City In A Park, Macon. One knows Spring has really arrived when the thousands of cherry blossom trees bloom, and when the stately magnolias put for their fragrant massive white blossoms.
I did not fail to mention dandilions. Here in this area, they are like the Bible says about the poor, they are with you always. Yes, the pretty dandilions grace lawns, and parks all year long with their brave blossoms, announcing, We’re Here! Ready to feed brave honey bees who venture out on warm days looking for missed nectar they had dreams about while sleeping in their warm hives.


Beautiful…Rene G.


Years ago our second grade grandson gave us aChristmas present of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. grand music Great kid. We think he had help. Tom Z