The sun is getting stronger, which gives not only brighter light but deeper shadows.
The parsley is bursting with life and throwing up flower spikes, which means it will likely soon die. Its crisp, vibrant stems have dollops of white froth, each concealing a tiny froghopper nymph. Or maybe, just maybe it has something to do with the
cuckoo singing incessantly up on the hill behind me. I swear he comes down and spits all over my parsley to clear his throat before he starts driving us all cuckoo with his calls.
Of course, I find myself singing back at him. This is the song we all learned when we were kids - it starts about 30 seconds in to the video -
Y Gwcw - Dafydd Iwan
And
here is a page with the lyrics, including an English translation. Though all the translations I've seen seem to completely miss the point of the chorus.
Holi means searching. It's about searching for the cuckoo. Searching as in the sort of search you do on google, looking for answers.
Here's a short video about
cuckoo spit.
And a little ditty I learned as a kid...~
The cuckoo comes in April.
He sings his song in May.
In the middle of June
he changes his tune.
And then he flies away.
Though he arrives a bit earlier in Portugal than he used to in Wales and he's already singing in April here.