In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer
In summer, the song sings itself
In lang, lang days o' simmer, When the clear and cloudless sky Refuses ae weep drap o' rain To Nature parched and dry, The genial night, wi' balmy breath, Gars verdue, spring anew, An' ilka blade o' grass Keps its ain drap o' dew
One swallow does not make a summer
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!
Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well
There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart
In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them. ~Aldo Leopold
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year
Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language
And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city
