Well if you look at my poem at the end you’ll find out . But in the meantime, it cannot be denied, the sun is out, the temperature is, very gradually, crawling its way quietly upwards with its shoes in its hands like am inebriated husband on the stairs, and green things are starting to pop up all over the place, and I don’t mean the four week old yoghurt I found in the fridge.
Yes ’tis Spring. Lusty, thrusty and not so dusty, spring is upon us, or if not actually upon us, we can certainly feel its sweet breath on our faces. Spring has always been one of those subject artists like to express, reflect on, represent and generally gush about.
You can understand why. Your classic struggling artist, writer, poet or composer spends most of their time stuck in a small attic garret suffering for their art when along comes spring and tempts them outside, where they suddenly realise they haven’t had a bath, a shave or a hot meal for six months and they remember they are actually alive. Who wouldn’t be just a bit in love with this season of growth and colour?
I have to say some of my favourite poetical works are about spring. like these lines from William Blake’s lovely, simple piece….
Ah the rewards of poetry. If you work really hard, you get to be on a Romanian stamp!
Spring
Sound the flute!
Now it’s mute!
Bird’s delight,
Day and night,
Nightingale,
In the dale,
Lark in sky,–
Merrily,
Merrily merrily, to welcome in the year.
Lovely and, as I said, simple and clear. Then of course you have the anonymous spring rhyme nursery rhyme…
Spring Is Sprung
Spring is sprung, the grass is riz.
I wonder where the birdy is.
They say the birdy’s on the wing.
But that’s absurd. The wing is on the bird.
or Wordsworth’s famous lines that have the ability to summon up that fresh, ‘life is abundant’ feeling…
Daffodils
“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze”.
Bill Shakespeare’s gaff. That’s not a garret, it’s a flipping mansion!
Yes. Spent a lot of time on his own did Wordsworth. And what about these memorable lines taken from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 98...
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dress’d in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him.
He could knock a line out that man, even though he was from the West Midlands. So. Not to be left out, and feeling similarly giddy and ready for spring frolics. I thought I’d have a go. As you know I have flirted with the poetic muse before but this time it will be a Shakespearean style sonnet.
Here goes.
Sonnet 1 – New For Spring from MowDirect –
By Holly Ashcroft
I wandered through the pages of our site
To seek out new exciting things to buy
Looking for inspiration and delight
Or something cool and pleasing to the eye.
Perhaps the Hayter Osprey, new and sleek
Gleaming with pride in British Racing Green.
Or the Mowmaster, bargain of the week
under £200 – almost obscene.
Or there a mighty Snapper tractor stands
And just above a Bosch brushcutter sits
Complete with shoulder-strap, and blade and line.
Whatever you require, and here’s the thing,
Shop MowDirect, and make the most of spring.
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Eat your heart out Will baby. You never had hyper-links!
Seriously though, do have a look at our new for 2017 pages. They are full of amazing deals and some really fantastic new machines like the re-vamped Hayter Harriers, a Lawnflite rear-roller mower for under £300 and much much more. and if you need more help. Just call the team on 0345 4588 905. They are clued up, very friendly and will be happy to help
See ya. Holly
