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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Boi-i-i-ing!!!

I woke up on Good Friday morning with a grin on my face that, I am sorry to report, has stayed plastered put ever since.

Now, waking up with a smile on your face is hardly a case for apprehension, but the alarm bells started ringing when I realised I could not stop smiling. After a messy attempt at brushing my teeth (well, go ahead and try that while smiling!), and after scaring the tail off the cat next door, I attempted to knead away what I hoped were very deep sleep lines from my cheeks, alas, to no avail...



It was then I realised that I had inadvertently succumbed to the enchantment that comes my way this time of the year... the "magick of Maia"... "the


fascination of Frühling"... and for want of a better term, what I call most un-poetically - the bewitchment of -

Boi-i-i-ing!!!




So it's Spring...Spring... Spring!!! And I discover to my delight that the Earth is like a child that knows some pretty wonderful poetry... more studied than a Shakespearean sonnet, and more ludicrous than the looniest limerick!





She has been a while in coming, but when She comes, She floods out of a burst dam, "like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers".







So as I type out this post with that one-week-old smirk on my face, I bitterly blame Her for this interim-mic insanity... this batty-barmy appetite for catching Frisbees in my mouth and stalking deer in Richmond Park...


I blame Her for dangerous liaisons with my lawn mower and attempted arson in my barbecue grill... I blame Her for popcorn-tossing my laundry over the grass and into my neighbour's dog's mouth...


...and lastly I blame Her for making me laugh through it all!


And so I raise my glass...





Here's to promises in April that May is bound to keep... Here's to the whim to whistle standing in a shoe filled with slush... Here's to six directions of "Green-Billions of leaf buds" in my garden... Here's to the recklessness of dandelions and the bold brushstrokes of the trees... Here's to sitting quietly ... doing nothing ... and listening intently to a concerto of birdsong and a choir of bees...












There is a calm and wise maternity in Spring, and a sort of incubatory hope. From hard winter soil She dares out the daffodils and dragonflies, while we hoe through the season and await our best anticipations.... And when we look up from our busied earth and wipe our brow, we realise that She has made Her own statement, and that Her natural compositions outdo the most talented gardener.





She is a thief of thought and a looter of language and She stirs all reason into sunshine - simple... wild... mad...



and leaves me wordless except for this childish urge to cry out...



...Boi-i-i-ing!!!











... and in so doing sweep up all the joy of the moment and all the brash of the splash of colour around me!


And so, without further ado Reader, I hereby rise up against the government of grammar, defy the dictates of the dictionary and leave you with my beautiful moments of


Boi-i-i-ing!!! over this past week!










Frisbee-


Boi-i-i-ing











Dog-n-Beer


Boi-i-i-ing










Bambi-

Boi-i-i-ing












Slip-n-slide-

Boi-i-i-ing












and...





Simply-Spectacular-


Boi-i-i-ing



So Reader, do take my good wishes with you!


May hope spring wherever you are, and may lots of


Boi-i-i-ing!!! come your way!



~~~





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