Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England – now!
There’s still two weeks to go to April, and its’snowing heavily today. I’ve just got in from a dog walk, chilled and damp, so I’ll happily laze the afternoon away. I have two books and some crochet on the go, I made orange polenta cake yesterday and I could even try to finish the poem I began.
You all know I love to travel, to anywhere hot, but there’s something very wonderful about England in spring. This snow should be gone by tomorrow and I live in the loveliest place on our planet, have a look, click to see a slide show, maybe you’ll agree.
So I’m thinking about this year’s holidays, because I crave experiencing different cultures, but right now there’s nowhere I’d rather be, but right where I am.