Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish’d head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.
(From: To Spring by William Blake, 1783)
These photographs were taken today – Wisteria, Almond and Mandarin. You can play ‘spot the ant’ if you wish.
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Beautiful! And the ant too.
Posted by discoverywalking | March 12, 2014, 10:11 amLovely photos – Isn’t it great to see everything in the gardens (and on the mountains) bursting into colour?
Posted by Sue Sharpe (@suesharpe1) | March 11, 2014, 7:43 pmHi Sue – it is. Suddenly every plant and tree seems different from just a week or two ago. And it will only get more lovely from now on.
Posted by con jamón spain | March 11, 2014, 7:46 pm