If you are creating authentic power, it comes frequently, or very frequently. How often does your spring come? If you are a prisoner of the calendar, it comes once a year. ![]() The spring wakes us, nurtures us and revitalizes us. Harriet Ann Jacobsīehold, my friends, the spring is come the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love. The beautiful spring came, and when nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also. I stare out the window and wait for spring. People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. A flood of skin-tingling warmth consumes you, and everything shines with a fresh, colorful glow, making you forget that anything as cold and harsh as winter ever existed. The first real day of spring is like the first time a boy holds your hand. My favorite weather is bird chirping weather. Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world. “Spring is the time of plans and projects.” – Leo Tolstoy Spring’s greatest joy beyond a doubt is when it brings the children out. Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter. When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Elizabeth CohenĪlways it’s Spring and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing. Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. John GalsworthyĬan words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring? Neltje Blanchan ![]() It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what. I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. “Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.” – Theodore RoethkeĪ kind word is like a spring day. ![]() Truman Capoteīecause the birdsong might be pretty, But it’s not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold, You don’t deserve my spring. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Percy Bysshe ShelleyĪprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. So many people have tried that the name’s become proverbial. The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size. I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer. If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome. If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom. “Despite the forecast, live like it’s spring.” – Lilly Pulitzer It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. If people did not love one another, I really don’t see what use there would be in having any spring. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. Spring won’t let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again. Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul. Laura Ingalls Wilderĭon’t wait for someone to bring you flowers. Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat. Watch out for flying passion and kisses whizzing by your head. In springtime, love is carried on the breeze. ‘What is it like?’…’It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…’ Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden 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. ![]() “Spring is when life’s alive in everything.” – Christina Rossetti
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