SPRING IS HERE

Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 2, Issue 336, 24 September 1932, Page 4

SPRING IS HERE

Except when it disposes of the plans which man so blithely pro- | poses, that everyday phenomenon, the weather, is likely to be overlooked in its influence on mundane affairs. We are from j time to time reminded that still I another depression is approach- ! ing over the Tasman and will | shortly be in our midst, but to- ; day depressions meteorological and otherwise, are so much with I us that familiarity breeds indif- ; ference. In the able hands oi the j politicians and that mysterious I gentleman, the Government mej teorologist, their various peram- . bulations are always well her- ! alded, if unhonoured and un- | sung. In spite of the earnest | endeavours of the springtime | poets, reinforced, syncopated and appropriately embellished by the gentlemen of Tin Pan Alley, 1 humanity still accepts spring I time as a matter of course. A | succession of saxophones moan- | ing their plaintive assurance ! that it is springtime in the Rockj ies, and emphasising the attract- , ive possibilities of moonlight, | tulips, and shy little violets and | a variety of other incongruous mixtures, has replaced the saccharine tenors who exhorted our grandfathers to tune in to the early morning broadcast by the lark or farewell the last rose of summer. But either in spite of the tenors and the saxophones or | because of them, man still goes ; on his way rejoieing so far as | he is able and feeling that inI definable quickening of the pulses and optimistic conviction that God is more firmly established in His Heaven with the approach of spring. In the I spring-time, we are reliably in- | formed, a young man's fancy I turns to thoughts of love and in 1 support of this statement, there | is a variety of evidence collected by Tin Pan Alley which removes any further necessity for argument. In addition to youth, however, which is popularly supposed to know most about it, age and even middle age, may quite unexpectedly develop feelings which have most eloquently been portrayed by the poets and the advertising agents of various health giving essences. Birds and babies appear to waken earlier to greet the morn with new and lusty vigour, even schoolmasters swing their canes instead of weilding them and income tax collectors take on a warm and friendly instead of a lean and hungry look. It is true that, beginning with the milkman (in the remote possibility of our being up and about to welcome him) through the whole gamut of our acquaintance during the day, we are invariably reminded that it is a fine day and that spring is upon us. Invariably we admit the fact, perhaps contribute one more to the plethora of original comments which surround the weather, and pass on our way without thinking one conscious thought about it, beyond a reflection that perhaps now the farmers will be more satisfied, but that the front lawn will need cutting more frequently. Even the flowers which bloom in the spring are too often not given any credit for having anything to do with the case. But for all that, spring appears to be here until another depression approaches over the Tasman, and in the meanthne, although Parliament is again in session, everyone is feeling' a little the better for it.