“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke
*The Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. Photographs by my mom, Pat Churchman
“April is a promise that May is bound to keep.” ~Hal Borland
“Where man sees but withered leaves,
God sees sweet flowers growing.”
“And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.”
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Sensitive Plant”
*Virginia Bluebells in my garden, flowers given to me by my grandmother.
“I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring. Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature’s rebirth?” ~Edward Giobbi
“The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.”
*Poppies and iris in the garden.
“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.” ~William Shakespeare
“Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
To-day the glint of green is there;
Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair,
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there!”
“If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.” ~Nadine Stair
*Country Lane in the valley.
“Spring in verses,
Verses in spring.”
“Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their blossoms, and the year assumes its gay attire.” ~Virgil
*A country roadside not far from our farm.
“The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.”
“Spring is when life’s alive in everything.”
“The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven–
All’s right with the world!”
*My parent’s yard.
“A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.”
“Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.”
~Bishop Reginald Heber
“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.”