“And
Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest”.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant"
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest”.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant"
Shelley, ever
the romantic ..
What he forgot
to mention was the 'other things' that wake from their “wintry
rest”, blackflies and mosquitoes !!
This is a time
of love and hate..
The warm sun
filtering through the tree's, birdsong fills the air the woodland
carpet is turning from brown to green and a multitude of colour
'splashes' as the early flowers appear.
But all that is
overshadowed by the 'no-see-'ums' buzzing in your ear and catching in
your throat as you get a little extra protein with an unguarded
breath.
Standing still
to make a photograph becomes a chore as the little buggers catch up
and swarm around your head. They know the perfect time to attack, a
footfall lands on a root and you stumble because of what just landed
in your ear.
Peering through
the viewfinder trying to compose a photograph is just as difficult
...
Ah springtime
in Ontario, but winter does have its attractions!
