Lazing in the spring sunshine

It's spring here in my part of the world and in the last few days the birds have been picking up volume, the flowers are showing off and the sun keeps coaxing me out of my studio to come just soak up its warmth. It gives me new insights into the lives of cats.

So today I plan to revel for a bit in the fresh spring day. I found a writer that also responded to the allure of nature and I think he benefited from his time out of "the office." I hope you can find time to refresh your muse today too.


THE APOLOGY

Think me not unkind and rude
That I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood
To fetch his word to men.

Tax not my sloth that I
Fold my arms beside the brook;
Each cloud that floated in the sky
Writes a letter in my book.

Chide me not, laborious hand,
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
Goes home loaded with a thought.

There was never mystery
But 'tis figured in the flowers;
Was never secret history
But birds tell it in the bowers.

One harvest from thy field
Homeward brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield,
Which I gather in a song.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson