Welcoming April . . .

Farewell to March . . . you've often been rough and unmannerly.  Your impish winds have whisked off caps at inconvenient times and blown the bird feeder over . . .  uprooted the trellis.

But I am a forgiving person for your footsteps also brought Damson blooms and they made the Daffodils dance . . .



April has broken with a wave of green on the countryside sweeping round the woodlands and hedgerows  like a rising tide.   It's mounting wave of living green rolls round our world as upon each twig and branch new leaves . . .  such tenderness . . .  begin to unfurl.




Lambs gambol upon the open fields . . .  and down the street the flowering cherry tree has exploded like a white sailed galleon upon a restless sea.   A ship adrift before the wind, a fair and graceful thing riding in on the tides and green waters of Spring.




April, April . . . 
Laugh thy golden laughter,
But . . . 
the moment after,
Weep thy golden tears . . . 
~Wm Watson

As the footprints of Winter sunlight falls and buds unfold, April follows in it's path, strewing the ground with fairy gold.   Where morning frosts have glittered . . .  where snow has lain . . .  Spring dances in . . .  young, lovely . . . bouquets of primrose in it's arms.

It is my prayer that I never fail to find my joy . . .  my peace . . .  my delight . . . in nature's sweet companionship.



I am out to lunch today with a friend and her daughter.  I don't often take myself out and about on my own without Todd, but I am looking forward to the companionship of these two dear ladies.  I spent most of yesterday baking buns, which thankfully turned out.   When I took them out of the rising drawer after the first rise, I realized I had forgotten to put in the eggs.   So I quickly beat up the eggs and added them to the bowl of the stand mixer along with the dough and a bit  more flour.  Thankfully they came together and I had fantastic results at the end.   The buns were/are beautiful.  I confess I have had one for my breakfast.

A thought to carry with you through today  . . .

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“ 'April, April, laugh thy girlish laughter, 
and the moment after, 
Weep thy girlish tears, April.' ” 
~Angus Wilson
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Are you ready for April Showers?  They do bring the May flowers.

 

Baking in The English Kitchen today . . .  Iced buns!  Yay, I did it finally . . .  turned out a bun that is gorgeous.  And by hand.  No bread machine.  That makes me happy.

Have a wonderful Wednesday.   Don't forget . . . 


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And I do too!