16th April

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"Green wood-pecker laughs at all the world. Storm-cock sings." Gilbert White, 1770 (Hampshire)

"The long bracken, unreapt, wet, and rotting, lying, strait dangling, from the mossy stone-hillocks like an unkempt red brown hair." S.T. Coleridge, 1802 (Cumberland)

"(Good Friday) When I undrew my curtains in the morning, I was much affeted by the beauty of the prospect, and the change. The sun shone, the wind had passed away, the hills looked chearful, the river was very bright as it flowed into the lake... After William had shaved we set forward... A sheep came plunging through the river, stumbled up the bank, and passed close to us... Its fleece dropped a glittering shower under its belly. Primroses by the roadside, pile wort that shone like stars of gold in the sun, violets, strawberries, retired and half-buried among the grass... the view above Ambleside very beautiful. There we sate and looked down upon the green vale. We watched the crows at a little distance from us become white as silver as they flew in the sunshine, and when they went still further, they looked like shapes of water passing over the green fields." Dorothy Wordsworth, 1802 (Westmorland)


It was wet today - Manchester wet, which means very very solidly wet indeed! And it still is! The world is puddles and grey clouds and bright greenery!
Byslantedlight, 2009 (Cambs.)