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Spring Sprung. or Heaven in a wild flower

March 21, 2018

 

Yesterday was the Spring Equinox, which means that spring is finally here. Our days are finally getting longer than our nights and with more light and heat everything will start to wake up from its long winter sleep. It has felt like a long winter, this year. I love spring, its such an optimistic month; the transformation of our bleak winter landscape seems so improbable and yet over the next few months it does, with colour, texture and scent. I find it incredible that the little dry specs of seeds and crusty corms that I sow grow to such a magnificent size, create such bold statements, and bring so much joy. Their transformation is reassuring, that from this seemingly insignificant matter comes such magnificence is awesome, and also that everything still fundamentally functions as it should do, despite everything we've done to our wonderful natural world, is always good to remember. 

 

I recently found my A Level English Literature books. Mrs Claigue insisted that we kept a journal of writing that we liked and so we squirreled away Poems, paragraphs of novels and articles in the papers into our journals and read them to each other every few weeks. I found this book and read it, taking me straight back to the late 90s sitting on a sweaty red plastic chair with my too short skirt on, and there I found William Blake's wonderful opening paragraph to Auguries of Innocence. I didn't bother writing down the rest of the poem because as far as I was concerned at the age of seventeen, he didn't need to write any more than those first four lines. He said it all. I think my 17 year old self may have been right.

 

Happy Spring folks! 

 

To see a world in a grain of sand

And heaven in a wild flower

To hold infinity in the palm of your hand 

And eternity in an hour 

 

William Blake 
Augeries of Innocennce 

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