This spring came suddenly from day to day. Even the snowdrifts gave up the fight eventually. They lay boasting of the last snow, telling a story of an unexpectedly harsh winter. But maybe we haven’t seen the end of winter yet.
~ Thaw by Edward Thomas
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
“Talk to your Corona!”
Was I also infected without knowing it? Mind you that’s nothing to joke about! And even a talking mutation?
I’d just updated the PC and the Start menu was open. I read it again and find no Corona but Microsoft’s assistant, Cortana.
That tells me that I should concentrate on things other than viruses and mutations.
I’m tired just like Bilbo when he was wearing the Ring for too long: “I’m starting to feel it in my heart. I feel thin, sort of stretched. Like butter scraped over too much bread. ” * I’ve been worried for too long.
Despite the many tragedies caused by the Corona, the sun will melt the snow, and spring will come with renewed hope.
Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom.
~ Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark
A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark
A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark
A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark
May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live. ~ An Irish Saying
*Bilbo Baggins, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Dust of Snow by Robert Frost
“The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.”
~ Patricia Hampl
The snow came Wednesday. It swirled against the windows, time and again, as if it wanted to draw attention to itself. Large flakes of tiny ice crystals. It was melting snow yet it piled itself up in the streets as if it hadn’t heard about the laws of nature.
HANNA'S WALK 
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