An alert blogger's post reminded me of some of the best passages in Proust, as the narrator and his family visited Tante Leonie for Holy Week.
No hawthorne's blooming in Foxborough yet, but the forsythia is coming and I have garlic plants, put in the ground last fall, that are peeking out of the garden soil, as are the tulips, those the rabbits haven't eaten, jonquils, and (now blooming) crocus. Spring is so exciting. I feel my blood rising with the maple sap which apparently rose early and outfoxed everyone. The spring peeper's broke into their shrill chorus early, too, and the chipmunks came out of hibernation. Birds pairing off. Love it!
Here is the Great Proust Blog
and an lovely web site, too.
The Other Odette