I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring. Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature’s rebirth?
And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Sensitive Plant”
Awake, thou wintry earth –
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
~Thomas Blackburn, “An Easter Hymn”
Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.
~W. Earl Hall
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!
Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.
~Virgil A. Kraft
The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other.
‘Ba ba, ma ma, dribble and drool, did someone say Spring?!’
~Alice (6 and a half months)
Let us take a walk along the garden path and dance amongst the pansies.
Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world. ~Virgil A. Kraft