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As Rilke so aptly wrote:
It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.
Here in Kansas City, it seems like magically over the weekend spring has finally begun to show her face. Sunday morning I was delighted to find these lovelies blooming in my backyard.
I planted them last fall, but hadn’t seen any sign of them — just a trunk full of dry dirt and the dead leftovers of my basil. Then, suddenly a glowing bunch of Glory-of-the-Snow appeared — such a radiant name for these tiny delicate flowers that always have an inner glow.
Spring in a Few Well-Chosen Words
Spring drew on . . . and a greenness grew over those brown [garden] beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.
Spring is the time of plans and projects.
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.
e. e. cummings, in Just-:
it’s spring when the world is [mud-luscious and] puddle-wonderful
I’m curious about Galsworthy’s Forsyte Saga; will have to add it to my ever-growing list of books to read.
Anyone read or watched The Forsyte Saga? Thoughts?
What are your favourite spring quotes?
» Don’t miss last month’s spring quotes post — Spring is Coming.
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