Letter from Laura (May, 2024)

The poetry of life, reframing focus, a light and colourful lobster stew, and more...

Brought up on English poetry and nursery rhymes, as I was, descriptions of spring were always disconcerting. Take for instance these lines from Sara Coleridge’s The Garden Year (1834):

…March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by…