Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas,
Wasting the golden hours indoors,
Washing windows and scrubbing floors.
Too wonderful the April night,
Too faintly sweet the first May flowers,
The stars too gloriously bright,
For me to spend the evening hours,
When fields are fresh and streams are leaping,
Wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping.
Claude McKay (1889-1948)
Alas, spring does bring too much activity at one time. Spring cleaning, spring bird counts, spring planting...
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