"And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underworld and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins."
-Algernon Charles Swinburne, "When the Hounds of Spring"
The sun shines brightly through the trees, casting colors on the new plant life arriving. |
A blue mushroom. |
A series of twisting vines. |
Tiny creatures make log designs. |
"Green bursts out on every herb,
The top of the green oakwood is bushy,
Summer has come, winter has gone
Twisted hollies wound the hound.
The Sun smiles over every land,
A parting for me from the brood of cares:
Hounds bark, stags tryst,
Ravens flourish, summer has come!"
-from Dillon, Early Irish Literature
Life finds a way. |
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