April tales

Spring is a time for pilgrimages! Blogs are full of beautiful spring photos: Polkaros’ One Fine Day; Maps and Fragments’ Marie, hold on tight!; and Wide-eyed Tree’s Weekend Walk.

I am taking advantage of the sunshine to go on walks, finally. It’s wonderful to spend time outside.

Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his falfe cours y-ronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye,
That slepen all the night with open yë,
(So priketh hem nature in his corages):
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages…