SPRING FRET.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume IV, Issue 127, 11 May 1936, Page 3

SPRING FRET.

The Beauty 0£ Ireland. SEA, EARTH, MOUNTAINS.,

Thjis morning- (says a writer in the Irish Press) the earth lay like a great emerald in a setting of sapphires, blue sea, blue sky, blue ' mountains. The/ivind had put off its winter chill, livery song-bird was delivering his message with fervour. The ban of treacherous, cruel weather lifted all the activities of the season wore going joyously forward. The tits—great,' jlong-ta.iled, blue'— never for a moment ceased to fill the liclien-covered apple trees; with their calling. Starlings' had gathered in such numbers near the shore that I suspect they were foreign fellows, ready for the spring migration. As well, the shot colours in their necks v ere of a more decided purple than is usual with their Irish-'brethren. In the damp grasses at a little distance from, the great pond, the same spring-fret was in.-evidence. At every ■step you disturbed a frog as lie made his way! In hops and jump® ito the water. Some, judging by their lustreless dingy skins, had only just emerged from their hibernating quarters. Their vivid markings and bright eyes of others were in contrast. None! who has observed the golden ' glow [ within the iris of a frog’s eye can fail j to realise its beauty. 1 The time is | near now when batraebian croak ings, "old croakers, deacons of the mire,” I will fill the twilight hours,' when the j ponds will commence to be solid with j spawn, when only the deepest sleep-1 ors in tins separate world of frogs \ will have failed to hood Spring’s sum- i mens.