May 10, 2010


 my weekly posting of a poem, a quote and a passage from literature.

Winter is many months of the year

But now at last Maytime is here;
And birds sing from a leafy screen
In the trees and hedgerow freshly green;
And the wood-anemone is out in the shade,
With its blushing petals which too soon fade;
Once more the bracken is unfurling there,
And bluebells gently perfume the damp air."

  ~Veronica Ann Twells, Maytime

"To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty, but to walk the gray Winter woods and find the buds which will resurrect that beauty in another May is to partake of continuity."

- Hal Borland

"But it was a jolly, busy, happy, swift-flying winter. School work was as interesting, class rivalry as absorbing, as of yore. New worlds of thought, feeling, and ambition, fresh, fascinating fields of unexplored knowledge seemed to be opening out before Anne's 
eager eyes. Hills peeped o'er hill and Alps on Alps arose. 
Much of all this was due to Miss Stacy's tactful, careful, broad-minded guidance. She led her class to think and explore and discover for themselves and encouraged straying from the old beaten paths to a degree that quite shocked Mrs. Lynde and the school trustees, who viewed all innovations on established methods quite dubiously.
~from Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery


softearthart said...

May in New Zealand is not about bud burst at all, but all about the turning point of late Autumn into Winter, cheers Marie

marcia said...

yes! a good reminder that the world is not just what's outside our own window.... other seasons are being experienced at the same time :)

happy day

TwigandToadstool said...

I'm going to incorporate that poem into our lessons this week...I love seasonal poetry, (and LOVE to share it with the children)!
thank you
ps...lovely little blog you've got here!!

marcia said...

Thank you Maureen. I'm happy you are using the poem.

happy day!