Zephyr is a light wind (or the west wind) that awakens everything to life in the month of April. It is one of the many reasons, that makes April beautiful for Chaucer (and for the pilgrims to Canterbury):
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tender croppes…
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tender croppes…
And so we begin again…
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Indian philosophy like, I quite like the cyclic pattern of my A-Z posts.
Or as T.S. Eliot will put it:
“In my beginning is my end
In my end is my beginning…
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Entry for letter Z.
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Image link: http://coffeewithsundar.com/aha-moment-39-in-my-beginning-is-my-end/
a hot cup of pleasure 
Dear Blogger,I enjoyed following your A-Z posts. They were well-thought-out and imaginative.Good work!- Nitu
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Well done on getting to Z with an interesting blog. I will continue to read
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Thank You. Am glad you have started commenting. I love to read them.
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Thanks Rob. You have an interesting blog too. I too will continue to visit.
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It's become a habit now to check your blog every morning.- Nitu
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