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Sumer is ycomen in
This morning is a very pleasant spring morning indeed, or at least it was when I was outside the few minutes either side of my Tube journey into work. Looking out of the window now, it seems a little greyer and less sunny than I recall, but frankly, who cares? I’m indoors and that’s all outside.
We are approaching, but have still not quite reached “green day” – the day when then trees are predominantly green rather than predominantly brown/grey. I missed it last year, or rather I didn’t notice. For some reason I was preoccupied. Or maybe it happened at a weekend or something. I like green day; the colours are always fresher then and the greens brighter than any other day in the year. Particularly as summer advances and the greens get darker and more tired.
One thing that was greener today though, was Creepy Swedish Guy. Yes, I was a little late again this morning. Ho hum. Anyway, it must have been a good night at Troll Central. He is normally a grey/yellow colour. Today he was distinctly green. Too much starköl no doubt.
Sumer is ycomen in,
Loude sing cuckou!
Groweth seed and bloweth meed,
And springth the wode now.
Sing cuckou!
We are approaching, but have still not quite reached “green day” – the day when then trees are predominantly green rather than predominantly brown/grey. I missed it last year, or rather I didn’t notice. For some reason I was preoccupied. Or maybe it happened at a weekend or something. I like green day; the colours are always fresher then and the greens brighter than any other day in the year. Particularly as summer advances and the greens get darker and more tired.
One thing that was greener today though, was Creepy Swedish Guy. Yes, I was a little late again this morning. Ho hum. Anyway, it must have been a good night at Troll Central. He is normally a grey/yellow colour. Today he was distinctly green. Too much starköl no doubt.
Loude sing cuckou!
Groweth seed and bloweth meed,
And springth the wode now.
Sing cuckou!
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I was too wrapped up in my own little world to notice. You could be right though, as I was thinking yesterday that we were on the tipping point!