Anyone who grew up in England and isn't in England on the first of April might well catch themselves uttering the first line of one of one of the best known poems of Robert Browning (1812 - 1889).
If you want to impress the people around you, maybe sipping a Prosecco in the sun, you might try and reel off the whole of the first verse. I usually get stuck around the bit about a brushwood sheaf and an elm tree bole, especially if asked to translate it on the spur of the moment. So here it is, in all it's glory and if you try and learn it off by heart, 'they' say it's good for you.
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!
Today I saw a pair of chaffinches and orchard bough, not sure about an elm tree bole, but I did see lots of tiny bright green new leaves, cherry blossom, hawthorn, magnolia blossom, forsythia, japonica and a whole lot of other signs that clearly say Spring is here.
|Male swan on patrol|
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|California Dreaming, a California cedar|