The hawthorn is bursting in blossom, / The flowerets flush under our feet, / All round us life's pulses are throbbing;— / Sing, birdies, the Springtide to greet!

I shrew myself.

... with nettles and other rubbish, sowed hemp on six acres three roods; he got two last and one half of seed , without taking the advantage of picking the femble hemp; after threshing he stacked it, and in the spring watered and dressed it.

Vineyard owners, many of them in midharvest when the fire struck, have begun adding up the effects of heat and smoke, which can damage grape quality even if vines survive.