Spring, the Sweet Spring ...

{ image via my Blackberry in Park Slope, Brooklyn }

 

I'm thrilled to have the day off with my biggest girl today. Spring Break for the NYC public schools has officially begun, and I get a long weekend with her before camp starts Monday. (Joy!) I popped out this morning to run an errand and with the sun shining and the birds chirping, I couldn't help but think of Thomas Nashe's words:

"Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!"

As we get ready to go out and enjoy this gorgeous day, I hope you take a moment to reflect on the promise of spring - no matter how long the winter ... no matter how dark the days ... life comes back.

xo JN