Foliage bursting with green, blossom full of pomp, alliums bursting like fireworks.
There is something particularly lush about this time of the year – I’d like to think of it as a lush lushness. Foliage bursting with green, blossom full of pomp, alliums bursting like fireworks, diminutive daisies beaming back at the sun, a sky so blue and deep. And it’s a Bank Holiday too – as one of our guest authors, James Holland, said this week at the shop, ‘What’s not to love’ – he was bang on!
It’s been busy. Busier than normal at this time of the publishing year as we’re spoilt for choice with such great titles. If we’re a day or two behind our normal speedy schedule, we apologise – books are flying out as quickly as we can pack them. And even the long-awaited Paul Weller signed editions of ‘Magic’ have started shipping – thank you for your patience, we’re sure the wait will have been worth it.
The Enkindled Spring by D. H. Lawrence
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.
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