Saturday, 6 September 2008

Spring has Sprung, the grass is ris!


Moorepark Apricot blossom

Every spring Trevor and I can be heard reciting this gorgeous little poem from Arlene Dahlgren. Think of a strong Bronx accent when reading. Caleb thinks us a little odd but indulges us as we remark on all the blossom, the daffodil and snowdrop laden paddocks where they grow wild.

Wings
Spring has sprung, the grass is ris,
I wonder where the boidies is
The boids is on the wing,
Don't be absoid
The wings is on the bird!

Arlene Dahlgren


Flavourtop Nectarine Blossom

1 comment:

daharja said...

Love the poem. I've heard it before, and never knew whose it was.

Beautiful photos. Over here in NZ, we've been noticing all the flowers out ridiculously early - a full three weeks ahead of schedule. I don't know if its the same where you are.

I don't know if that's global warming or not, but the daffodils were out well too early for Daffodil Day - those left growing were well too scraggly for sale or presentation :-( Still, seeing crocuses in late July was nice - they were pretty through the snow.