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
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After hesitating in the doorway for an unconscionably long while, that coy lady, spring, has finally stepped across the threshold here in the Berkshires. For those of us who adore a metaphor, spring is an absolute godsend, bespeaking much of what we know of hope and home and hallelujah.
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Every spring is the only spring - a perpetual astonishment.
~ Ellis Peters
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Along with the earth, our senses waken from the long sleep of winter. As we rake away last autumn's leaves, we sniff the paradox of death and life.
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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
~ Margaret Atwood
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We marvel at the sight of Canada geese etching their way across a milky morning sky with their raucous, oddly beautiful calls of home, home, home. We glory in the razzle-dazzle red of mister cardinal and his unassuming mate, delicately plucking sunflower seeds from out of the mix. We listen to the coloratura bravado of motley birds, punctuated by the robin's one-note tweet and honeyed with the haunting phrases of the mourning dove.
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Spring is when you feel like whistling
even with a shoe full of slush.
~ Doug Larson
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Wishing you a wondrous new season in your world and in your life, I leave you with these encouraging words:
A little madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
~ Emily Dickinson
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