And now the birchen-tree doth bud; that makes the schoolboy cry.
I admit to having been birched at school, as were several of my school-mates, but we simply dared not shed a tear lest we be contemned.
Of course, despite the growth of birch trees, the arrival of spring was generally welcomed by boys, for the work goes on:
The rumbling rivers now do warm, for little boys to paddle.
(Clearly, for Beaumont and Fletcher girls did not exist, at least not when the work was first performed.)
I seem to have gone off track a bit; where was I? Yes, birch trees.
The deeply fissured bark of the Silver Birch. Daventry.
6 March, 2017
The smooth, much whiter bark of the Himalayan Birch.
Daventry, 6 March, 2017