Wow, this is really getting ridiculous now - if this blog were an animal, I'd be prosecuted by the RSPCA for rampant neglect. I can only console myself with the fact that I did warn people - thoroughly and often - that I have always been terrible at keeping diaries, journals and anything that in any way even vaguely resembles either of those!
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring -
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. - Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning.