The wind is tossing the lilacs, / The new leaves laugh in the sun, / And the petals fall on the orchard wall, / But for me the spring is done. / Beneath the apple blossoms / I go a wintry way, / For love that smiled in April / Is false to me in May.
The wind is tossing the lilacs, / The new leaves laugh in the sun, / And the petals fall on the orchard wall, / But for me the spring is done. / Beneath the apple blossoms / I go a wintry way, / For love that smiled in April / Is false to me in May.
ââSara Teasdale
May and June. Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away with a warming spring sun, followed by breezy afternoons and chilly nights. The discussion of philosophy is over; itâs time for work to begin.                                                          ââPeter Loewer
The worldâs favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May.
ââEdwin Way Teale
By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a tug of war in the garden with the May flowers hauling like mad against the claims of the other months. All is at last in balance and all is serene. The gardener is usually dead, of course.
ââHenry Mitchell
If itâs drama that you sigh for, / plant a garden and youâll get it / You will know the thrill of battle / fighting foes that will beset it / If you long for entertainment and / for pageantry most glowing, / Plant a garden and this summer spend / your time with green things growing.
ââEdward A. Guest
Every spring is the only spring ââ a perpetual astonishment.
ââEllis Peters
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. / You know how it is with an April day. / When the sun is out and the wind is still, / Youâre one month on in the middle of May. / But if you so much as dare to speak, / a cloud come over the sunlit arch, / And wind comes off a frozen peak, / And youâre two months back in the middle of March.
 ââRobert Frost
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
ââDorothy Parker
Wisdom is often nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
 ââWilliam Wordsworth
There is no spot of ground, however arid, bare or ugly, that cannot be tamed into such a state as may give an impression of beauty and delight.
ââGertrude Jekyll
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