Snatch it while you still can. The elements of joyous wildness that still exist on Blacka are there to celebrate and we should do so before the philistines with their grants and power tools destroy all. Soon it will be just a memory.
In autumn like some others I flirt with the idea that these two magical seasons are somehow equal in appeal but really there's no contest. Spring is about rebirth and that should always trump graceful decline, lovely though that can be. Also autumn's appeal is largely visual while spring's also got sounds some of them exquisite like the sudden arrival of certain bird species. It's not too much to claim that it's a multi sensory season.
I wonder if it's a problem whether many people are unable to fully appreciate the wonders of spring in these more natural surroundings in that they are surrounded in their streets by more artificially induced over-dressed garden shrubs specially imported to produce an early and gaudy new season effect. Is the palate so over exposed to colourfully forced novelty that what we have here fails to register as it should?
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