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1) This being the start of the Major League Baseball season I give you the Abbott and Costello classic “Who’s On First”

2) The World In Pictures

Parishioners from the Angel of Michael Healing Tabernacle sing and dance at the 16th Shouter Baptist Liberation Day celebration at the Spiritual Baptist Empowerment Hall in Maloney. The Shouter Baptist religion comprises elements of both Protestant Christianity and African doctrines and rituals, and is characterized by religious services that involve shouting, clapping, and singing loudly.
(Andrea De Silva/Reuters)

Srinagar, India Chinese tourists get their picture snapped during a visit to the Siraj garden, which has more than 1.2 million tulip bulbs of around 70 varieties and will be officially open to the public on Friday. (Photo by Dar Yasin / Associated Press)

An Egyptian woman and child sit on a bus at a refugee camp near Ras Jdir on Feb. 28 after fleeing unrest. People in Tunisia and Egypt are driving to the border to help those arriving from Libya, with many hosting strangers in their homes, international aid groups have said. (Zohra Bensemra/Reuters)

3) A very cool video of the new Geoid unveiled today at the Fourth International GOCE, from information gathered by the European Space Agency’s GOCE satellite. A Geoid is a map of where the Earth’s gravity is all equal: if you flooded the entire planet with water, this is the shape it would if gravity were the only thing shaping this global ocean’s surface.

A link to more information on the ESA’s site –


1) World In Pictures

a. Afghan children play on a makeshift carousel on a street in Kabul. (Omar Sobhani/Reuters)

Grosskrotzenburg, Germany: A thermal image of a coal-fired power station. (Photograph: Kai Pfaffenbach/Reuters)

Natori, Japan: Local residents look down on the devastated Yuriage district in the Miyagi prefecture

(Photograph: Yasuyoshi Chiba/AFP/Getty Images)

b. From a Guradian slide show of the art of modern knitters, the Materialistics, who have recreated some of the most famous paintings in the world.

Munch: The Scream by Norma Box

2) I love this video. Google bring the world togther through music.

“The Internet Symphony” Global Mash Up

3) If we needed a reminder of the potential for the human mind to overcome any circumstance of life we can learn from Kevin Weller, who has been unable to move or speak since a stroke 21 years ago.

From the Guardian –

Kevin Weller told his story to Jill Clark with the help of his wife Janet, using an alphabet board:

“I had a massive stroke when I was 32, which came without warning. I had always been healthy, so there was no way of knowing what was about to unfold. One evening I was having dinner at my mum’s and couldn’t swallow my food. While driving home, I started getting pins and needles in my left arm and by the time I reached my house the sensation had spread to my tongue, so my wife, Janet, took me to A&E. It was a bank holiday and the hospital was choc-a-bloc.

At first the nurse thought it was an ear infection and as we had our six-year-old daughter with us, we didn’t want to cause a drama. But as my speech started to slur and my face dropped, my wife knew it was serious. The doctors refused to accept it was a stroke, saying I was too young. But by midnight I was in a coma. Soon afterwards my wife was told that my body was shutting down and that I was probably going to die. They said a tracheotomy to help me breathe probably wasn’t worth it, but Janet insisted.

Two weeks later I woke from the sedation drugs with no recollection of the trauma, and thought I must have been in a fight. When it slowly dawned on me that I couldn’t move, and couldn’t speak, I felt such fear. I was paralysed below the neck, unable to speak, move or feel anything – I was trapped in my own body and petrified that no one would realise I could understand.

When I flashed my eyes the doctors thought I was fitting and gave me more sedatives. Back then they didn’t know much about locked-in syndrome and they assumed I was braindead. It was my wife who eventually spotted the recognition in my eyes and persevered – showing me flashcards with simple words. She realised that, though I couldn’t speak or move, I was fully conscious and aware of everything. With time, I learnt to communicate through the use of an alphabet board, blinking my eyes to spell out words.

As the weeks and months went on I felt an unimaginable grief for the person I’d lost – the old me. The man who did the milk round, who played squash every week. The family man with three daughters.

I was in hospital for 18 months before I was offered a place in a residential home, but Janet knew I wanted to go home – something unheard of then. She gave up her job at BT and became my nurse and my daughters became young carers. It was hard, but we made sure the kids didn’t miss out – they always went dancing and met their friends.

As someone who is stubborn, difficult and awkward, being cared for in every way imaginable has been hard to accept. To be cuddled, rather than give a cuddle, to be kissed rather than give a kiss, to be fed, to be changed, have all been hurdles.

I miss eating, as I am fed through a tube in my stomach. I miss being able to shout at the football. People have to guess what I’m saying with my eyes, and my spelling sometimes isn’t at its best. Before the stroke, I was always active and on the move. Now I watch others move. I watch my daughters living their life, the life I gave them. I watch my seven grandchildren grow and play. They sit with me on my bed and we watch DVDs or the football. In June, I’m going to one of their holy communions. I go out in my wheelchair for special occasions like this, but it’s a big deal as we need to hire a full team of carers and an ambulance and I take a portable ventilator. On the whole I’m at home.

There’s always plenty of conversation, and my wife reads to me. We row like any married couple – I can scream at her with my eyes – but I don’t know what I’d do without her. It’s a love story. We got married as teenagers, 35 years ago, and last year we had our wedding blessed. Janet shares my dark sense of humour. I’ve lost friends, I’ve gained friends. But she’s always there.

One of the worst times was when I caught the superbug C difficile. The sickness and chronic diarrhoea plagued me for almost a year. I was in and out of hospital, and almost lost faith in ever feeling better.

But though I’ve had my teary moments, I’ve always believed that if there’s life, there’s hope. With no exception. I know that some people who have been locked-in have asked not to be resuscitated if their heart stops, or have elected for euthanasia. But if that had been me, look at how much I would have missed.

I have a sense of humour, and although I cannot laugh or move any other muscles in my face, I can smile – which is rare for someone with locked-in syndrome. I do feel happy, and I will not give up. I have never once considered suicide or needed antidepressants. I wish to remain here as long as possible. No doubt there. There’s so much going on, so much to look forward to. I think you can either cry your way through life or laugh, and in the end, I guess you do what you believe is right.

1) O Me! O life! by Walt Whitman

O Me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?


That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

2) World in Pictures

Valletta, Malta: A child waits to disembark from a boat in Malta’s Maramxett harbour after a three-day crossing from Libya. More than 500 Eritreans and Somalis arrived in two large wooden boats on Monday (Photograph: Darrin Zammit Lupi/Reuters)

Darrin Zammit Lupi/Reuters)Wales, UK: A view of Llyn Dinas, in Snowdonia national park, for which the National Trust is launching its biggest countryside appeal for more than a decade to buy (Photograph: Christopher Furlong/Getty Images)

An religious offering of food and alcoholic drinks placed on a mat with chopsticks and glasses sits on the bank of the partially frozen Songhua River in the northern city of Harbin, Heilongjiang province.
(David Gray/Reuters)

New Delhi, India: Tribal people from Orissa state wait for their turn to perform at the Indigenous Peoples’ Conclave (Photograph: Kevin Frayer/AP)

What is the most exotic location you have been to?

3) Two very interesting videos, for two very different reasons:

a. Mandelbox trip

b. The Kelly Family with little Angelo getting his grove on

A village girl in the outskirt of Kolkata,India (Photo by Saibal Gupta)

1) My Daughter’s First Week – by Gennady Aygi

the quietness
where the child is–seems uneven
within limits–of fragile lightshadows: emptiness!–for
the world Grows
in her–to Listen
to Itself
in its Fullness

2) In Pictures – Children of the World – March 2011

A boy plays cricket outside his home near the R Premadasa stadium before Tuesday’s first semi final of the cricket world cup between Sri Lanka and New Zealand in Colombo (Philip Brown/Reuters)

An Afghan refugee youth looks on while standing in an alley of a slum on the outskirts of Islamabad, Pakistan. (Nathalie Bardou/AP)

Sana’a, Yemen: A girl among the women praying during an anti-government rally. (Photograph: Ammar Awad/Reuters)

Question – In thrity years what kind of a world will the children of the young people pictured above inherit? A better place? A worse place?

1) “A Man may make a Remark” by Emily Dickson

A Man may make a Remark –
In itself – a quiet thing
That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark
In dormant nature – lain –

Let us divide – with skill –
Let us discourse – with care –
Powder exists in Charcoal –
Before it exists in Fire –

2) From the Week In Wildlife Guardian slideshow –

An unexpected side-effect of the flooding in parts of Pakistan has been that millions of spiders have climbed into the trees to escape the rising flood waters. Because the water has taken so long to recede, many trees have become cocooned in spiders webs. People in this part of Sindh report that there are now less mosquitos than they would normally expect. (Photograph: Russell Watkins/Department for International Development)

A trio of striped hyena cubs at the Kenya Wildlife Service headquarters on 24 March in Nairobi where they have lived since they were rescued a month ago. The striped hyena (Hyaena hyaena) is considered threatened in many parts of Africa. It has been widely hunted with dogs, poisoned or caught in traps (Photograph: Tony Karumba/AFP/Getty Images)

3) While idiots like Charlie Sheen give Hollywood a bad name, it’s actors like Sean Penn who show that entertainers, like all groups of people, are doing what they can to make the world better.

Who is a celebrate that you respect for the work they are doing to make the world better?

From an article in the New York Times, by Zoe Heller, about the work Sean Penn has been doing in Haiti.

“On a hot morning in January, at the Pétionville Internally Displaced Person camp in suburban Port-au-Prince, Haiti, a four-wheel dirt bike pulled up outside the tent hospital, bearing an elderly woman with a deep gash in her cheek. While a group of medics assisted the patient inside, Sean Penn ambled over from under a tree where he had been having a meeting with one of his camp workers. He walked with a slightly bowlegged cowboy gait, a walkie-talkie crackling at his waistband, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Having glanced into the tent and ascertained that the situation was in hand, he turned his rather dour gaze on a newly arrived reporter.”

“The Pétionville camp, which Penn’s aid group, J/P Haitian Relief Organization (J/P HRO), has been running since last March, sits on the golf course of a former country club. (Some of the old staff can still be found lurking in the clubhouse, gazing out at the devastation like Alpatych, the loyal retainer in “War and Peace,” after the army has laid waste to his master’s estate.)

Since the first homeless Haitians started arriving here in the days following the quake, the camp has grown into a vast tent city of 50,000. It now has a school, a market, two hospitals, a movie theater, countless salons de beaute and its own red-light district. As Penn led the way along the former golf-cart trails, past women lathering themselves up over basins of water and men playing dominos, he delivered a lecture on the issues facing post-earthquake Haiti. It was a rapid-fire, digressive monologue, studded with the acronyms of the aid world — P.A.H.O., W.H.O., C.R.S., O.C.H.A. — and ranging over a broad number of topics: the merits of the controversial cholera vaccine, the report from the Organization of American States on the November elections, the damaging effects of UV rays on tent tarps, the complex but fundamentally noble character of President Réne Préval, the relative merits of guns over fire extinguishers as defensive weapons. (Penn sometimes carries a Glock, but the fire extinguisher, he claims, is a far more efficient tool for crowd control.)

After about 45 minutes, we reached the western edge of the camp and began climbing a series of steep slopes. Penn broke off from what he was saying and turned to point out the view. Before us lay the patchwork sprawl of the camp, the battered cityscape of Port-au-Prince and, in the smoggy distance, mountains and ocean. “Look at that!” he said. “It’s beautiful, right? Right? That’s the thing! You get the air cleaned up in this city, and it’d be extraordinary. And the whole country’s like this — more so, even. That’s why I never have a doubt — nee-e-ver have a doubt — that this country can be successful. It’s too tangible, too containable to not do it. And the change is going to come of this earthquake.”

The commanders of the United States Army’s 82nd Airborne Division who were using the Pétionville Country Club as their operational base when Penn first turned up there had their initial doubts about fraternizing with a bolshie movie star, but they have since become ardent J/P HRO boosters. “What surprised me the most about Sean,” says Lt. Gen. P. K. “Ken” Keen, military deputy commander of the U.S. Southern Command, “was how he went about learning the humanitarian assistance business. There was no ‘how-to’ book for that. You want to get stuff through the transportation networks? You want to get stuff out of the warehouses? You want to collaborate with the U.N.? How do you do all that? He was always willing to listen, learn and work with everyone.”

Brad Horwitz, the founder and C.E.O. of the communications company Comcel, Haiti’s largest U.S. investor, has provided J/P HRO with logistical support and all manner of resources over the last year. “Sean’s politics and mine are completely opposed,” he says. “His go left. Mine go right. But politics are kind of irrelevant in this. Comcel can only pick so many horses to back, and J/P HRO have shown real staying power. He’s been very good at figuring out and managing relationships. He’s also been extraordinarily efficient in using the resources he gets. I know if I provide J/P HRO with stuff, it won’t get wasted.”

Perhaps most telling of all is the respect that Penn has earned from seasoned aid workers. Dr. Louise Ivers, who is chief of mission for Partners in Health, Haiti, says of Penn: “His newness to this work has actually helped him in some ways. He doesn’t have misconceptions about what works and what doesn’t. He sees a problem, he talks to people, and he figures out solutions. As clichéd as it sounds, I think he really gives a damn about the Haitian people.”

“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe.”
Albert Einstein

The World In Pictures

Ryo Taira (r.), and an unidentified man lift a baby porpoise out of a flooded rice field after it was swept inland by a tsunami following an earthquake in Sendai, in this picture taken Tuesday. Taira found the porpoise struggling in the shallow seawater and, after failing to net it, waded into the field, which had yet to be sown with rice, to cradle the animal in his arms and return it to the sea. (Asahi Shimbun/Reuters)

People who fled the unrest in Tunisia stand in line after arriving at the southern Italian island of Lampedusa. Almost 15,000 people have landed in Lampedusa since the beginning of the year, according to Interior Minister Roberto Maroni, exacerbating Italian fears that the upheavals in North Africa could unleash a wave of clandestine arrivals. (Alessandro Bianchi/Reuters)

A cat sits under a blanket at an evacuation center for pets and their owners near an area devastated by the earthquake and tsunami in Kesennuma, Japan (Kim Kyung-Hoon/Reuters)

Port-au-Prince, Haiti: A boy walks past an incinerator for waste from a cholera hospital (Photograph: Hector Retamal/AFP)

Faith, what’s in a word? or Ed’s ramblings about faith.

Most of the people I interact with online, blogs, Twitter, Facebook, fall into two general groups. Christians and Atheist. When I speak to both groups about faith they assume I am talking about religious faith, belief in God.

The Mirriam-Webster dictionary tells me that when used as a noun faith means:

a : allegiance to duty or a person : loyalty b (1) : fidelity to one’s promises (2) : sincerity of intentions.

I think most people use the word as a verb:

a (1) : belief and trust in and loyalty to God (2) : belief in the traditional doctrines of a religion b (1) : firm belief in something for which there is no proof (2) : complete trust

This is why it is so important to start a discussion of a word, or idea, by defining it as precisely as possible.

I will admit it seems a bit of a stretch for me to use “Faith” in the way I use it. My faith is not an allegiance to anyone, or anything.

The source of my faith, the process found in nature, evolution of species, has been tested and proven, using the process of testing know as science. However a theory in science is never considered the final word. New evidence, better tools to examine evidence, will likely come-up with a better theory that fits this new evidence. The most I can say is I have 99.9% confidence in any theory, it is the best idea that fits the current evidence.

With both religious both and non-religious faith trust is vital. With religious faith 100% trust is the standard, although I think many of my Christian friends will admit that’s a standard that is hard to live up to.

To my Christian friends there is proof for their faith. Every time they feel they are in God’s presence their faith is validated. Just because I have never felt the presence of God I can’t say no one else has.

Enough rambling.

What is your definition of the word faith?

1) In Pictures – Beautiful Landscapes and Women of the World

A man is silhouetted as he walks on a road during a sunset near the town of Khoiniki, 187 miles southeast of the capital Minsk, Belarus. (Sergei Grits/AP)

Untitled Photo by Emil Petrov

From the “Women Of The World” slide show on the Guardian –

Sandrine Famien and her two-month-old baby Laeticia Affiba Kouassi in Ivory Coast. Sandrine is bottle-feeding Laeticia, but her child is unable to keep the formula down. Sandrine is HIV-positive and a sex worker. “Some days I don’t have enough money to buy the medications for my baby, or the food I need to feed her as I am not feeding her by the breast. But I am not angry. I have hope” (Photograph: Nell Freeman/Flickr)

Moldova is one of the main countries of origin for human trafficking. The UNDP has partnered with the government and other international organizations to protect and empower victims (Photograph: Flickr)

2) Google Goes GaGa

I am not a fan of Lady GaGa but this video by Google is amazing

Do you have a guilty pleasure pop singer, or song?

3) Another lesson from the Japanese in dealing with disaster.

From article in the New York Times, by Martin Fackler, about how the tiny hamlet of Hadenya dealt with being isolated, and on their own, for 12 days after the devastating Tsunami hit.

“On Wednesday, after the Japanese military finally reached them for the first time since the tsunami struck 12 days ago, by erecting makeshift bridges and cutting roads through the debris, they told a remarkable tale of survival that drew uniquely on the tight bonds of their once-tidy village, having quickly reorganized themselves roughly along the lines of their original community: choosing leaders, assigning tasks and helping the young and the weak.

The ability of the people of Hadenya to survive by banding together in a way so exemplary of Japan’s communal spirit and organizing abilities is a story being repeated day to day across the ravaged northern coastline, where the deadly earthquake and tsunami left survivors fending for themselves in isolated pockets. Some are still awaiting relief.

Almost as soon as the waters receded, those rescued here said, they began dividing tasks along gender lines, with women boiling water and preparing food, while men went scavenging for firewood and gasoline. Within days, they said, they had re-established a complex community, with a hierarchy and division of labor, in which members were assigned daily tasks.

They had even created a committee that served as an impromptu governing body for this and five other nearby refugee centers, until the real government could return.

“We knew help would come eventually,” said Osamu Abe, 43, one of the leaders who emerged to organize the 270 survivors. “Until then, we had to rely on each other to survive.”

Refugee centers like this one in Hadenya exhibit a proud cooperative spirit, and also a keen desire to maintain Japan’s tidy perfectionism. Along the hallways, boxes of supplies lie stacked in orderly rows. The toilets are immaculate, with cups and soap neatly lined up. At the entrance, sheets of paper list names and assigned tasks for the day, like chopping firewood, carrying supplies and cooking.”

Paeony (By Cliff Rosbotham)

“The immortality of Flowers must enrich our own, and we certainly should resent a Redemption that excluded them—”

Emily Dickinson in a letter to Mrs. Sarah Tuckerman, 1877

If you have a garden what flowers do you grow? When you walk in the park which flowers catch your eye?

1) World In Pictures

Two boys explore the blossoming trees of the Royal Horticultural Society garden in Wisley, Surrey. Traditionally, the first day of spring falls on the vernal equinox, which this year took place at 23.21 on Sunday. Photograph: Frantzesco Kangaris for the Guardian

Sana’a,Yemen: A Yemeni girl stands among female anti-government demonstrators attending noon prayers (Photograph: Muhammed Muheisen/AP)

Rikuzentakata: Owada Yuna carries her three-year-old sister as she searches for names of missing friends at a shelter (Photograph: Damir Sagolj/Reuters)

Japan Earthquake Aftermath: A Panda embraces a policeman’s leg for sympathy after the destruction that swiped everything in a city

2) From the “People Making A Difference” series in the Christian Science Monitor.

David Shirkey poses in Salem, Mass., with some of the items he hopes to ship to Poland. His modest philanthropic work – he spends a lot of his own money – began with his impulsive offer to help an ex-girlfriends mother.

Excerpts from the article by David Clark Scott –

“David Shirkey doesn’t fit the stereotype of a philanthropist. He’s “no saint,” he says. He doesn’t have deep pockets or belong to a group that does charitable work.

Most days, you’ll find him dressed in a white apron, perhaps carving 200 kissing birds out of kiwi fruit for a wedding reception at the Essex Conference Center & Retreat, in Essex, Mass., where he’s the chef.

But once a year, he also puts smiles on the faces of disabled children in Poland.

Since 2005, Mr. Shirkey has been quietly shipping wheelchairs, crutches, and toys to five or six Polish kids a year.

But his one-man, do-it-yourself charity didn’t start by helping children, Shirkey says with a Boston accent. It all began with a conversation with an ex-girlfriend at a Dunkin’ Donuts.

Beata Kelson is Polish, and in 2004 she was earning $140 a week as an au pair in Massachusetts. Her mother in Poland needed a new wooden leg. It was going to cost 6,000 zloty (about $2,000).

“At first, I thought she was pulling my leg,” Shirkey says. “‘Does anybody still use wooden legs?’ I thought.”

Then he blurted out, “Maybe I can help.”

It took months of looking on eBay and making phone calls before Shirkey persuaded a group, the Limbs for Life Foundation in Oklahoma City, to donate an artificial leg that might fit this 50-something woman in Poland.

Shirkey was already planning to fly to Poland, so he decided to deliver the leg in person. It was a 13-hour train ride to the village of Objazda. Shirkey isn’t Polish, doesn’t speak the language, and Berta couldn’t go. So he traveled with a Polish friend, whom he had met in the kitchen of a US summer camp a few years earlier.

It was nearly Christmas, so Shirkey wrapped the prosthetic up as a present.

“Her hands were shaking as she opened it. Then she just stared at the aluminum shaft like it was a bad joke. It wasn’t wooden. It wasn’t sturdy-looking.

“It didn’t even look like a leg,” recalls Shirkey. “Once we showed her how it worked, however, she started crying. ‘I’m too old for this! Why would you do this for me? How was this possible?’ ”

“Anything is possible in America if you work at it,” Shirkey told her.

It took another two years – and visits to three doctors – to finally get the leg properly fitted. But Ms. Kelson says her mother now says that she has had three lives: her life before the car accident; life with a 50-pound wooden leg (for 30 years she seldom left the house); and life with her new high-tech prosthetic.

Yesterday was the first day of Spring. This is how spring came to CT, about 2″ worth:

1) World in pictures from the first weekend of Spring

Afghan children play as they eat ice lollies in Kabul, Afghanistan. (Dar Yasin/AP)

A man smeared with colored powdered called abeer makes a funny face during Phagwa celebrations at the Savannah in Arranguez. Phagwa, or Holi, the Hindu Festival of Colours, celebrates the beginning of spring. (Andrea De Silva/Reuters)

Revellers stand beside St Michael’s Tower on Glastonbury Tor watching the “Super moon”, a full, or new moon that coincides with a close approach by the Moon to the Earth.
(ArtPhotograph: Ben Birchall/PA)

Ultra-Orthodox Jews belonging to the Vishnitz Hassidic sect celebrate the Jewish festival of Purim in Bnei Brak, Israel. Photograph (Uriel Sinai/Getty Images)

Kabul: An Afghan girl poses for a photograph at the Sakhi shrine, during Nowruz, Often known as Persian New Year, Nowruz is an ancient festival marking the spring equinox (Photograph: Dar Yasin/AP)

2) My favorite peom of Spring. Only E.E. Cummings could imagine words like mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

What is a favorite song, or poem, that says Spring to you?

Chansons Innocentes: I by E.E. Cummings

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and


balloonMan whistles

Looking at my calendar I see today, March 20th, is the first offical day of Spring. Looking outside I see the neighborhod kids have thrown off their winter coats and are playing in the sun. Of course when I walk outside the chilly wind tells my old bones that springtime weather hasn’t quite made it to my front door yet.

What is the first day of Spring like where you live?

Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Nothing is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

After the cold winds of winter Springtime is like a Carnival to our senses:

Natalie Merchant – Carnival – Live from a 1999 show in New York

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