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Welcoming Spring

Tomorrow is the Spring Equinox. To celebrate, I have some magical flowers and a sweet little poem for you. (The flowers are an early variety of crocus, and they pop up all over in my garden -- WAY ahead of the more usual crocus varieties. Truly magical -- but very short-lived.)

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Two Sewing
by Hazel Hall

The Wind is sewing with needles of rain.
With shining needles of rain
It stitches into the thin
Cloth of earth. In,
In, in, in.
Oh, the wind has often sewed with me.
One, two three.

Spring must have fine things
To wear like other springs.
Of silken green the grass must be
Embroidered. One and two and three.
Then every crocus must be made
So subtly as to seem afraid
Of lifting colour from the ground;
And after crocuses the round
Heads of tulips, and all the fair
Intricate garb that Spring will wear.
The wind must sew with needles of rain,
With shining needles of rain,
Stitching into the thin
Cloth of earth, in,
In, in, in,
For all the springs of futurity.
One, two, three.


I hope you can get outside to greet the Spring tomorrow . . . wherever you are.


The poem, Two Sewing, is in the public domain. You can learn a little more about the author, Hazel Hall, here.


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Lovely Kym. I'll be celebrating Doug all day long tomorrow as he rounds the corner to 67. Have a wonderful weekend! xo


What a wonderful poem!

We have four daffodils that have already bloomed, and though I am glad to see them, I keep telling them to make sure the others wait a little bit longer to bloom.


Kym! I just love this poem and I can see the beautiful fabric the earth is embroidering SO clearly. What a wonderful illusion and illustration this poem creates. Thank you! Happy spring!


I love that poem! I can close my eyes and see her words... magnificent!


It rained nonstop here yesterday, and while it made for a gloomy day, I was also thinking about how much all the flowers and plants that are just starting to grow would surely appreciate it. And this morning the sun was out and everything looked very happy! So this poem fits so nicely. Thank you, as always, for sharing poetry with us.


That's a wonderful spring poem. I have those same early crocus - loads of them - between my yard and Jack's next door. I love seeing that carpet of purple and last week I took Jackie out to show him, too. Today it's cold and blustery but tomorrow is looking much more spring-like, thank goodness.

kathy b

I love those crocus! We will Revel in the 60 degree temps in Wisconsin tomorrow and SUNDAY. Perhaps...and open window? Perhaps even at night?
We feel so deserved of some warm weather .


Lovely crocus and lovely poem! I call these varieties lawn crocus because they seem to spread all over people's lawns in MD. They're not long-lived but it's a lovely sight! Happy Solstice!


Pretty little crocus.


What a lovely poem and the crocus blooms are magical. I'm sorry they don't last longer. I wonder if you are enjoying the book about the Blackwell physicians. I put it on my library list. In the meantime I read a review in The New Yorker which makes me wonder if I really want to read the book. I'll probably give it a try when it comes in and decide.

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