Spring

the sweetness of the fields unspeakable, and we of the railroad rush over its wooded dry indian draws where one morning all dew pink just outside Chittendon I saw a bird sitting stanchion straight in the wild tangle, and it was the bird of Chittendon and the meaning of morning

Wile E. Coyote from the Roadrunner cartoons sometimes ties springs to his feet so he can jump higher.

LOVELIEST of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

A.E.Housman

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Queen Margaret:

Now ‘tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
Suffer them now, and they’ll outgrow the garden,
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.

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- William Shakespeare (1564–1616) – Henry VI, Part 2, act 3, sc. 1, l. 31-3

In the landscape of spring
there is neither better nor worse.
The flowering branches grow naturally;
some short, some long.

Spring – it is, indeed! Flowers everywhere! The sun is shining, the air is light! We all are happy. But what about daylights-saving-time? Nobody likes that. Why do politicians do things like that.

In spring, plants and vegetables spring up like mushrooms