We’ll go first. Yesterday was the Equinox, and we’re now barreling headlong into longer days and beautiful weather. One of the greatest expressions of natural beauty ever written seems appropriate, so here are a few lines from Dylan Thomas’ “Fern Hill”:
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
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