The Spring has come again
For the grass is growing green,
And among the fields of clover
Bright butterflies are seen.
The little birds are singing sweetly
As they fly from tree to tree…
The busy bees are gathering
The honey from the flowers,
And the merry birds are building
Their nests in sheltered bowers… Yellow Bells
~Josephine D.C., “Spring,” c.1887
Hark! the hours are softly calling
Bidding Spring arise
To listen to the rain-drops falling
From the cloudy skies
To listen to Earth’s weary voices
Louder every day
Bidding her no longer linger
On her charm’d way
But hasten to her task of beauty
Scarcely yet begun.
~Adelaide Anne Procter Mountain Bluebirds return!
Gentle Spring’s around the corner,
Waiting just to show her face
And to bring us flowers and sunshine;
Winter’s almost run his race!
Be not, then, my friends, discouraged
That there’s cold and ice and sleet;
For Springtime soon will be with us,
And the flowers we will greet:
Daffodils, so bright and yellow,
Hyacinths of varied hues,
As they nod their heads, in gladness,
Telling us they bring good news…
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, “Springtime” (1940s)
It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want — oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
The front door to springtime is a photographer’s best friend. ~Terri Guillemets
Happy Spring Everyone!
Till Next Time!