Yeah, Yeah, First Day of Spring...

[akirlu]

...now pass me my gloves and my long johns. Yes, it's effing freezing, no lie. Yesterday it hailed on these here lovely cherry blossoms, and this morning we had to scrape frost off the Volvo before we could leave for work. I'm back to wearing silk undershirts and cashmere scarves because it's too bloody cold to go without.

Happy vernal equinox, y'all.

Comments

[athenais.livejournal.com]

Defiant little blossoms, they must be cold now. We are enjoying spring weather, but I still need a coat. No more gloves, though, I put them away!

[voidampersand.livejournal.com]

Beautiful.

[akirlu.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I particularly like it at full-screen size, myself.

[holyoutlaw.livejournal.com]

Nice picture!

[akirlu.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[kate-schaefer.livejournal.com]

And I meant to comment on this days ago, but somehow failed so to do. I love the way cherries bloom wherever and whenever they possibly can. Fabulous picture.

[kate-schaefer.livejournal.com]

Oh, and now that I've looked at the other pictures from that day, excellent editing as well. The other pictures are nice; this one evokes A. E. Housman and mortality and renewal and calls for a wall on which to be hung.

[akirlu.livejournal.com]

Thanks! It is definitely the best of the lot, and it does look best at a wall-hanging (or at least full-screen) size. I should turn it into wallpaper.

I guess I don't know my Housman well enough -- which are you thinking of? And have you seen Stoppard's play about him: "The Invention of Love"?

[kate-schaefer.livejournal.com]

I haven't seen the play.

The second poem of A Shropshire Lad, one of the greatest poems ever:

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.