It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.
------------ Kenneth Grahame
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Spring Comes Home
Fog and the sound of water in ditches. A flicker stitching her call on the sky. Spring comes home in the morning like a drunken wife you were afraid was not coming home at all.