Chasing Spring

We are fortunate in the Twin Cities to have several spectacular flower shows this time of the year to refresh and rejuvenate our spirits. I just happened to be driving by the conservatory recently and decided to stop in for their Spring Flower show. I did not have my camera but my cell phone camera did an amazing job.

As you can see the vibrant hues of pinks, purples, lavenders and blues were quite eye catching.  Celebrate Poetry Month:Attend A Poetry Reading  (from poets.org) "Readings have been occurring for decades around the world in universities, bookstores, cafes, corner pubs, and coffeehouses." Check your local newspaper An April Day by Henry W. Longfellow who also wrote Paul Revere’s Ride  and Song of Hiawatha When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'Tis sweet to visit the still wood, where springs The first flower of the plain. I love the season well, When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming-on of storms. From the earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives; Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold, The drooping tree revives. The softly-warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along The forest openings. When the bright sunset fills The silver woods with light, the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills, And wide the upland glows. And when the eve is born, In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far, Is hollowed out, and the moon dips her horn, And twinkles many a star. Inverted in the tide, Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw, And the fair trees look over, side by side, And see themselves below. Sweet April!--many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed.