If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand rejoice for your soul is alive.

Poor dear silly Spring preparing her annual surprise!

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds in wheels shoot long and lovely and lush Thrush's eggs look little low heavens and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

For every person who has ever lived there has come at last a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

Spring is nature's way of saying 'Let's party!'

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

It is a wise tune that knows its own father and I like my music to be the legitimate offspring of respectable parents.