Since it is Spring , I thought some of these quotes were right on:
"Everything is new in the spring," said Anne. "Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness. "
"The girls walked sliently down the red, twilit treetops, filling the golden air with their jublilant voices. The silver fluting of the frogs came from marshes and ponds, over fields where seeds were beginning to stir with life and thrill to the sunshine and rain that had drifted over them. The air was fragrant with the wild, sweet, wholesome smell of young raspberry copses. White mists were hovering in the silent hollows and violet stars were shining bluely on the brooklands."
When I read the part about the raspberry copses I had to go make Lipton raspberry tea--as I sat outside on the patio drinking the tea and looking at all the flowering bradfords in the neighbor's yard, the wind came and the entire area was enveloped in a thick yellow smog---the pollen in the pines was so heavy that the whole area was filled with it and with tons of tiny seeds raining down from the trees--it was awesome.
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