WONDROUS SPRING!

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21912, 22 September 1934, Page 4 (Supplement)

WONDROUS SPRING!

Dear Miss Morton.—l was lying dreaming in the sun, gazing through half-closed eye# at the distant hills that were blue as delphiniums against the whitish-blue of the sky. a pale blue that gradually deepened in hue until the heavens directly above me were the very deepest of blues. Somewhere, near at hand a cicada's merry trilling sounded above the birds' melodies, and a white butterfly flitted silently and swiftly by, and 1 was inclined to think 'twas summer, until 1 turned my gaze from the »ummery sky to " a host of golden daffodHs. Daffodils, golden as the sunbeams that played about them: jonquils, like flaxenhaired fairies wearing wide-brimmed, lilywhite hats; purple hyacinths on gracefullycurved stems mingled delightfully with silky violas, while the grass was as green as ever the Creator intended. Everything, including the plump little goldfinch that was feasting on Brass seeds, harmonised perfectly in spelling, so to speaki the magic word " Spring" in colourful letters. And could that wind have been taken as anything but a happy sigh from Lady Spring herself) Never. Oh! What a magnificent picture it all made, so beautiful, so perfect, that it could be the work on!y of the Master's hand; no human artist, no matter how talented, could ever have blended the colours so skilfully and artistically. Never was a season of the year more beautiful than spring, even though frequently her mood changes from tranquil to agitated, and flowers that merely tremble to-day bend sorrowfully toward the damp earth beneath the force of moaning winds and driving rain. But the sun shining, forth again soon banishes all gloom and we rejoice in the glory of wondrous spring.— Your sincere pen-friend, ■ Joyce Letford, Puketaha. Hamilton (age 15).