Thursday, 12 April 2012

Fair April

When April with his showers sweet with fruit 
The drought of March has pierced unto the root 
And bathed each vein with liquor that has power 
To generate therein and sire the flower;

Strange, Chaucer didn't mention the annual Yellow Plague... but the sweet April showers have certainly created plenty of newly sprung flowers in this giant field of Rape seed.

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