Saturday, April 03, 2010

The Trees Themselves are Bathed in Song

The first lines of Peter Ackroy'ds retelling of The Canterbury Tales:

When the soft sweet showers of April reach the roots of all things, refreshing the parched earth, nourishing every sapling and every seedling, then humankind rises up in joy and expectation.The west wind blows away the stench of the city, and the crops flourish in the fields beyond the walls. After the waste of winter it is delightful to hear birdsong once more in the streets. The trees themselves are bathed in song.

2 comments:

knitinsage said...

thank you for sharing that wonderful verse! it captures my moment here too.

Emily said...

what a fabulous quote. and i love your weaving--beautiful work.