Does not everybody love spring? It is my favorite season. The earth grows greener, glistening in the early morning sunrise. Every small being comes to life, hatches, scurries about, begins the gathering, the birthing and raising, the leaves unfurl and sparkle… The air is cold but with the promise of warmth in the yellow sunshine. Clouds are whitest and float in a cerulean sky.
People are capable, at any time in their lives, of doing what they dream of…Paulo Coelho
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Rainer Maria Rilke
is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
& food for thought
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,Emily Dickinson
One clover, and a bee,