Spring

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“A little Madness in the Spring

              Is wholesome even for the King.”

― Emily Dickinson

“Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.”

   ― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “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

 

“After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only—spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind—rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.”

– Willa Cather, My Antonia

Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

“She had long accepted the fact that happiness is like swallows in Spring. It may come and nest under your eaves or it may not. You cannot command it. When you expect to be happy you are not, when you don’t expect to be happy there’s suddenly Easter in your soul, though it be midwinter.”

― Elizabeth Goudge, The White Witch

“Spring drew on…and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.”     ― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.”

― L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl

“If people did not love one another, I really don’t see what use there would be in having any spring.”

― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

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About Theresa

I live in an old farmhouse in upstate New York (no, *not* the big city!) in the country with my family, two dogs, two calves, and two horses. I love to cross stitch, quilt, read, and look at needlework blogs :) and I love coffee *and* tea!
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