Hope Springs Eternal

I just tossed everything aside today and went out to greet Spring or should I say that she came to greet me?

First stop was what I’ve christened the ‘Primrose Road’ where the view of the fields was greener than green:

Green Green Grass of Home

and there they were:

Sweet Scented Primroses

Out by Fenor Bog, one word on a magnificent woodcarving in the graveyard of Fenor Church caught my eye:

Hope is something we all need in life and I guess that each and every one of us has a duty to spread as much hope, in even the tiniest ways, to try and ease the way for those who are caught in a quagmire of hopelessness. That quagmire can seize any of us in the blink of an eye.

Nature was certainly playing her part in singing hope for me today. Is any sight more uplifting than clusters of snowdrops …

and what about the loving scent of hyacinths:

 

Jizz Me Up ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 62

‘Spring Flowers’ by Atanas Matsourref

Jizz Me Up

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If you want to jizz me up,
tickle my imagination
paint the sky green
send a bouquet of daisies.

If you want to jizz me down,
talk about conscience
complain about bin tags
tell me how I should feel.

If you want to jizz me round,
paint your ponderings
drink rain from a daffodil
remind me of your heaven.

(Jean Tubridy, 2010)