A bunch of daffodils, who just could not wait till the full arrival of Spring… found on a wayside somewhere en-route Brighton, UK, during my visit earlier this month. Most of the trees are still sans-leaves reminiscing about the Winter that just bid its good-bye, not to be seen for another year. Central London to Brighton takes you mostly through motorways. Once in a while, you get to see refreshing sight named “Services” with M&S outlets. Other times, all you have to do is to deliberately take an exit-any random exit-to get lost in the narrow roads to soak in as much of the beauty of the countryside. As for really getting lost, just flick your Tomtom off…
Seen near a farm in Stanmer Park, Brighton, was this cow who was so curious about the coated lens on the camera. The next frame would have been the tongue stuck out but a quick reflex made me miss the shot.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
(Source: Lines Written In Early Spring by William Wordsworth)
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:–
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
Wooden floors and wooden chairs are warm. In fact the sound of footsteps that fall on these floors itself is warm…
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
And to the countryside…
The pine cones were still so young… and therefore fresh. Written by nature’s hand all over is just few words… welcome, early spring.