Spring has sprung….or has it?

Posted: March 10, 2012 in Nature
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The First Spring Day

“I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing robin, sing:
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.”
– Christina Rossetti

My poor little crocuses wondered the same thing a day ago. The flowers were just starting to peek out when they woke to find themselves assailed by snow!  Later in the day, back to spring.  Tonight we spring ahead one hour. Spring acts in similar fashion:  advancing one hour, retreating two, jumping ahead another two, then back again. That’s part of the joy and excitement of the season.  Perhaps that happens just to keep us in a state of anticipation. And it works!  By the end of March, all of us in the northern parts of the country are positively wild with anticipation.

Here are a few more spring sayings and poems for your enjoyment.

“March is a month of considerable frustration – it is so near spring and yet across a great deal of the country the weather is still so violent and changeable that outdoor activity in our yards seems light years away.”
– Thalassa Cruso

“The last fling of winter is over … The earth, the soil itself, has a dreaming quality about it. It is warm now to the touch; it has come alive; it hides secrets that in a moment, in a little while, it will tell.”
– Donald Culross Peattie

“I have said that there was great pleasure in watching the ways in which different plants come through the ground, and February and March are the months in which that can best be seen.”
– Henry N. Ellacombe

Spring Quiet

Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing;

Where in the whitethorn
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.

Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:

Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
“We spread no snare;

“Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.

“Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be.”

-Christina Rossetti

And the classic:

Spring has sprung.
The grass is riz.
I wonder where the flowers is.

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