spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
when the world is puddle-wonderful …
~ (e.e. cummings)
So now it is that puddle wonderful, skip hopping, blossom ruffled, wattle scented time of year. The light is butter yellow and even on cloudy days there is a whiff of hope in the air.
Canberra is finally stepping out for the season. Flowery skirts, sandals, children leaping about in shorts, the clink of cups at pavement tables and the tint of green on bare branches. Tight buds have frothed into a frill of pink and white and the first batch of cygnets (adorable pale grey fluff balls) paddle about with their parents on the lake. I can’t wait for the ducklings to arrive.
On our walks we notice jonquils, grape hyacinths and snowdrops poking though lawns. The cold winter earth is warming up and that biting chill on our cheeks and noses is slowly disappearing. Jugs of daffodils, irises and camellias light up my kitchen bench, fairy wrens hop and skitter in the courtyard and it’s time to eat breakfast in the sunshine…
Just as we start to despair that winter will last forever, this city rewards us with Spring.
© Anita Patel, 2015