Tuesday, May 20, 2008

By slow Meander's margent green, & in the violet-embroidered vale.

My walks so far this week have figuratively unearthed little clumps of violets and patches of Jacob's Ladder, [I think] along Como Lake. Best of all, robins are flying overhead with mouthsful of wiggly worms--and you know what that means!
In the lake were many goslings from proud and aggressively wary Canada geese and one large bobbing batch of Mallard ducklings. As I walked I bothered all manner of wrens, nuthatches, chickadees and two varieties of swallows--all way too quick to sketch. The goslings were hard enough.
When I first moved to Minnesota, a friend said that spring happens overnight, just like September turns to autumn overnight--she was right. Verdant greens, flowering trees and lilacs ready to explode are everywhere.
I thought that spring must last forevermore
For I was young and loved, and it was May.
by Vera Brittain
from "May Morning" -- May 1916

Vera Brittain English writer, poet, pacifist


Judy Merrill-Smith said...

Lovely sketches! And if you go to my blog, you'll find an award....

anno said...

Your goslings are darling! I'm especially fond of the one that looks like it's trying to pirouette. Lovely violets, too.

Minnesota springs are just as your friend described: sudden and intoxicating. Did she warn you about the black flies and mosquitos that follow?

Old Wom Tigley said...

Great sketches... I wish mine were better I could see myself sat relaxing with pencil and pad.. I love your writing style I was left wanting to read more.

Marianne said...

I love your sketches, what great lines...

Granny Smith said...

Your sketches are as fresh as springtime. The little goslings are especially charming.

And thank you frpm this pacifist for calling our attention to Vera Brittain. her poignant quotation and the link to the site describing her anti-war activism.

Yours in peace,