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The calendar may say the first day of spring, but here in Massachusetts, the weather is saying the first day of summer. Seriously. It was 80 degrees here yesterday! I have been busy raking and cleaning out the winter debris from my flower beds and am wearing the blisters to prove it - despite the gloves. Oh well, who cares really because I can't wait to see all these lovely beautiful colors blooming in our spring garden. I love how people are decorating their homes with these happy pastel shades of color. Why not celebrate spring all year!
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habituallychic.blogspot.com/ Victoria Hagan design |
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Her love was entire as a child's, and though warm as summer it was fresh as spring.
- Thomas Hardy, Far From the Maddening Crowd
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"Is it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done..."
-- Matthew Arnold, From The Hymn of Empedocles
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"I've always thought my flowers had souls."
-Myrtle Reed, Lavender and Old Lace
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"That is one good thing about this world. . .there are always sure to be more springs."
-Lucy Maud Montgomery, Ann of Avonlea
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Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!
-John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga
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"She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life."
- Kate Chopin, The Story of an Hour
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When lilacs last in the door-year bloom'd
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
I mourn'd--and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
- Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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The earth laughs in flowers -e.e.cummings |
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For oft, when on my couch I lie,
in vacant or in pensive mood,
they flash upon that inward eye,
which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
and dances with the daffodils.
-William Wordsworth's The Daffodils
Celebrate a wonderful first day of spring!
xoxo,
Millie
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