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| Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn. ~ Quoted by Lewis Grizzard in |
| Spring is nature’s way of saying, "Let’s party!" ~ Robin Williams |
| Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer. ~ Geoffrey B. Charlesworth |
| April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go. ~ Christopher Morley, |
| Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring. ~ George Herbert |
| The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring. ~ Bern Williams |
Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
To-day the glint of green is there;
Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair,
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there!
~ L.H. Bailey |
| If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. ~ Nadine Stair |
| Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! ~ Wallace Stevens |
| The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the clocks an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase. ~ E.B. White, "Hot Weather," |
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Spring in verses,
Verses in spring.
~ Violet Gartenlicht |
| Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their blossoms, and the year assumes its gay attire. ~ Virgil |
First a howling blizzard woke us,
Then the rain came down to soak us,
And now before the eye can focus -
Crocus. ~ Lilja Rogers |
| May is a pious fraud of the almanac. ~ James R. Lowell |
| You can’t see Canada across lake Erie, but you know it’s there. It’s the same with spring. You have to have faith, especially in Cleveland. ~ Paul Fleischman |
| People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring. ~ Rogers Hornsby |
| The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. ~ Arthur Rubenstein |