Today marks the first day of spring. Though you wouldn't know it by what's happening weather-wise here in southern California. It's been nothing but oppressive grey skies and torrential rain all day long, with the promise of thunderstorms to top it all off. But I suppose this is all par for the course. As 17th Century Japanese poet Matsuo Basho sagely knows:
Spring rain
leaking through the roof
dripping from the wasps' nest.
-Matsuo Basho, "Spring Rain"
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2 comments:
It is here too, the rain. I'm trying to think of all the happy plants.
What a lovely poem! Thanks for sharing! Thanks for your sweet comment on my paris pot hole post.
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