The spring has been around for a while now but it became real to me when i read this passage from "Theatre of Fish:Travels through Newfoundland and Labrabor" by John Gimlette.
I loved his description of spring and below is an excerpt from his book talking about spring....
"By July, St. John’s was bursting out of its summer.
I’d arrived at a moment of transformation, the point at which Nature, sensing the first strong rays of sun, is thrown into panic at the prospect of winter only three months ahead. This left barely enough time for the cycles of life, and so the revolutions came faster and bigger and ever more florid. There were sycamores exploding all over the city, and suckers, clingers, thorns, and purples billowing out of the rocks. Great floods of greenery were rising out of yards and parks, huge gassy clumps of ash and willow pouring up the hills and frothing into the gullies. Cow vetch was rampant and coltsfoot on the move. There were reports of unruly slender willow, and of innocent gardens smothering in pearly everlasting. The city – so often overwhelmed by its actors – was now being choked by the set.
Such fecundity had not gone unnoticed by the city caterpillars, who hung in the maples like grapes. When every leaf had been stripped down to the purely diagrammatic, they allowed their fat, sappy bodies to plop onto the streets. Every night the Johnsmen had to pad home through this slick of grubs and half-digested pulp, but they didn’t mind. Like the trees themselves, they were in a state of summer euphoria; more Guinness, out all night, and enough fiddle music to make your ears sing."
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