I must admit, I'm getting outrageously excited for spring. I know that it's going to be a while yet. There was snow yesterday, and it would be delusional of me to think that there won't be snow in April. Ha! Anyhow, this fever has inspired a blog post. Perhaps I'll call this an exercise in "season anticipation" rather than season appreciation.
Here are my favorite spring sentiments from famous authors. Enjoy!
"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." ~Charles Dickens
"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
"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
"That is one good thing about this world...there are always sure to be more springs."
"When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself." ~Ernest Hemingway
"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
As L.M. Montgomery wrote, "it is always safe to dream of spring." Hang in there!
Thank you for stopping by,