The World is Puddle-wonderful

Spring has been springing for a while now here, with beautiful sunny, warm days interspersed with the more typical rainy cold weather from time to time. But today, as it should be, it was mild, sunny, and utterly delightful. This is what real Spring -- ideal Spring -- looks like in Cantabria:

Don't you just want to traipse around in that little glen, stick your fingers in the stream, see what baby animals you can spot in the fields, smell the photosynthesis pushing out life all around you...

In honor of my e.e. cummings-focused poetry lesson last week, I leave you with one of my favorite Spring poems. I'll post my absolute favorite in the next few days -- it's long and difficult to read, but breathtakingly beautiful. For now, the oh-so-Springlike words of good ol' e.e.:

in Just-

spring         when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame balloonman

whistles       far       and wee

and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it's 

spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer

old balloonman whistles

far         and          wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's 

spring

and

          the

                    goat-footed

balloonMan          whistles

far

and

wee