April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May. — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well. — Charles Dudley Warner Copy Share Image
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough. — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ. And seeing gardens in the Spring I well can credit it. — Winifred Mary Letts Copy Share Image
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;... — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring. — William Browne Copy Share Image
A light exists in Spring Not present in the year at any other period When March is scarcely here. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Spring is beautiful, and smells sweet. Spring is when you shake the curtains, and pound on the rugs, and take off your… — Virginia Cary Hudson Copy Share Image
O the green things growing, the green things growing, The faint sweet smell of the green things growing! I should like to… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
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… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
You can't see Canada across lake Erie, but you know it's there. It's the same with spring. You have to have faith,… — Paul Fleischman Copy Share Image
All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into… — Helen Hayes Copy Share Image
The naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's kiss glorying, And quivers… — Julian Grenfell Copy Share Image
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
May and June. Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away… — H. Peter Loewer Copy Share Image
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not… — Thomas Nashe Copy Share Image
The fields are snowbound no longer; There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green. The snow has been caught up… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. — Arthur Rubinstein Copy Share Image
And hear the pleasant cockoo, loud and long - The simple bird that thinks two notes a song. — W. H. Davies Copy Share Image
No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring.… — Edward Giobbi Copy Share Image
