Harbingers of Spring

The early March sun still glows slumberous and golden in its winter deportment. Even in the afternoon, the splendid lavish light and blue canopy clear but not bewilder the eyes. Synchronies of bouquets are now on exhibit in prideful home gardens. Farther out in the country, the early blossoming almonds have thrown over the sun warmed orchard with veils of blush coral. Like confectionary, the fallen petals are sprinkling over the new sprung herbs and grass in merry mirth.

Fragrant as sweet water this past few days have been. It was good to be home and have snatched a precious respite from the strife and worries of the day.

"Oh, que j’aime la solitude
Que ses lieux sacrés à la nuit
Éloignés du monde et du bruit
Plaisent à mon inquiétude
Mon Dieu! que mes yeux sont contents
De voir ces bois qui se trouvèrent
A la nativité du temps
Et que tous les siècles révèrent
Être encore aussi beaux et vert"
-- Marc-Antoine Gérard de Saint-Amant