Wanted to pass along these beautiful shots from Kuriositas.com as I look out my window at a fresh layer of snow that fell this morning!
It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day. ~W. Earl Hall
April is a promise that May is bound to keep. ~Hal Borland
Is it so small a thing To have enjoy’d the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done…
An optimist is the human personification of spring.
~Susan J. Bissonette
Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
A little Madness in the spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year."
All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.
No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.
If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change. "
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.
Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
Spring An experience in immortality.
~Henry David Thoreau
Fled now the sullen murmurs of the North,
The splendid raiment of the Spring peeps forth.
~ Robert Bloomfield
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
~ William Cowper
All flowers of Spring are not May’s own;
The crocus cannot often kiss her;
The snow-drop, ere she comes, has flown:–
The earliest violets always miss her.
~ Lucy Larcom
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
firstname.lastname@example.org (RJ EVans)
Sun, 27 Mar 2011 11:59:00 GMT