Spring thoughts

 This little Quince bush is half hidden but the vibrancy of the pink catches your eyes. I get excited reveling in all the different shades of pink and green at this time of year. The following poem seems to be in the spring theme. This is from a collection of poems my Father saved when he was young. The ironing board was set up in front of the bookcase and I would read when I was supposed to be ironing. I know which has benefited me most!!

Young and Old   by Charles Kingsley

When all the world is young, lad,     And all the trees are green;

And every goose a swan, lad,  and every lass a queen,

Then hey the boot and horse, lad  and round the world away;

Young blood must have its course, lad,  and every dog his day.

When all the world is old, lad  and all the trees are brown;

And all the sport is stale, lad,  and all the wheels run down;

Creep home and take your place there,  the spent and maimed among;

God grant you find one face there You loved when all was young.