The soft, Spring rain....bringing showers for May flowers....

Earth laughs in flowers. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Hamatreya"

 I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck. ~Emma Goldman

Soon fresh flowers on the table...the scent in the air....

 ooh BBQ's coming ...family and friends gather.....

 Nighttime outdoors in the Spring...chilly but oh so lovely......*

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide ere they give themselves up wholly to feeling, and breathe forth their sweetest odours. Flow forth, ye perfumes of my heart, and seek beyond these mountains the dear one of my dreams! ~Heinrich Heine, "The Hartz Journey" (1824), Pictures of Travel, translated from German by Charles Godfrey Leland, 1855
 

Our spring has come at last with the soft laughter of April suns and shadow of April showers. ~Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens
 

 

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"

Oh a bit late to send Easter wishes....but there is nothing quite like Easter, and the traditions it carries in the heart....special things...home made bread, kielbasa, eggs and so much more....better still, the family all together ...so special when the family is together...my most favorite times of all~ and 
Spring...soon here, the buds will peek out from  the hard earth...the buds on the trees..birds singing...a time of joy and renewal...warmth...sun....*

April is a promise that May is bound to keep. ~Hal Borland

The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven -
All’s right with the world!
~Robert Browning

My, I wonder if we have finally have had our fair share of sleet and snow....though I do love it, I worry about those out and about driving...loved ones..friends....Winter has it's good side and it's bad side too....but I love it so.......

Soon the flowers will peek out from the hard earth as always...Mother Nature never fails.....buds will bloom...birds will sing....

The Dawn is a wild, fair woman,
With sunrise in her hair;
Look where she stands, with pleading hands,
To lure me there.
~Robert Loveman, c.1901

Until then I drink my hot coffee and tea and soups...enjoying each and every sip....

 
coffee in the morning of course...

No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils. ~Henry Ward Beecher
 

The eye of the poet still loves to view
The earth in the light of morn;
When each object comes in its happiest hue,
When all looks pure, and unstain’d, and new...
Ere the air’s first freshness is worn away...
Ere the sultry sun, in the glare of his pride
Hath dash’d all the dewy drops aside...
Ere man moves forth with his thoughts of care,
With his wearied step, and his selfish air,
And his ominous looks to cloud the scene,
Where brightness and beauty alone have been.
~Thomas Furlong, "Morning Meditations"

Aww too cute..*

Well off to make another cup of something hot to warm the bones and sooth the soul.....

A snowy, then rainy day..........

’Tis sweet as the day begins to dawn,
When the lark her song is singing,
To wander at will through the grassy lawn
Where fresh flowers around are springing.
’Tis sweet at that solemn hour to go
O’er the rocky slope, all alone,
Where the scattering streamlets freely flow...
’Tis well to inhale the earthly gale,
As it sweeps the green hill’s side...
Or to look on the wood in its leafy pride,
In the glen or on the grove, the dawn is fair,—
Morning is beautiful every where!
~Thomas Furlong, "Morning Meditations"

 Just before dawn I have the world all to myself. ~Terri Guillemets

Warm and cozy inside....a good soup as I daydream about Spring.....

Another snowy, icy and then rain and snow again kind of week....but love the cold and the white snow...then the teeny bulbs will come peeking out of the hard ground ....the birds will sing their happiest of songs......

'Spring is being blessed and happy,
with blooming flowers.
Summer is being blessed and hot,
with abundant sunshine.
Autumn is being blessed and reflective,
with colored leaves.
Winter is being blessed and chilly
with sparkling snow.
~Terri Guillemets'

 Well off to make some hot hot coffee.....*

Prayers for those with troubles or illness as well as our service men and women...and our allies..
.in my thoughts and prayers ..ever grateful...*

Ah, another winter's morning.....

Nature bestows her own, richest gifts
And, with lavish hands, she works in shifts...
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "The Four Seasons" (1940s)



To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. ~George Santayana

Soon oh soon Spring will be here....March is  a month of 'moods' here...you never know from one day to the next....but always Spring will come...

The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. ~Arthur Rubinstein


Summer breeze, light fluffy clouds... Mother Nature has a canvas for every season. ~Terri Guillemets

Well off to have another cup of hot coffee.......

and enjoy the winter while it's here...as Spring will soon have 'it's ' day....

 Of winter’s lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer’s secret
Deep down within its heart.
~Charles G. Stater

Ah, the white glistening snow....falling softly.....now turning to ice....looks beautiful but oh so dangerous out there....mother nature is amazing.....her beauty.....her wrath........
Up again....can't sleep.....might as well make a little post and share some thoughts and pics and quotes...

There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. ~Ruth Stout

It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. ~John Burroughs, "Winter Sunshine"

Well, it's so much more lovely in the country....here in the city it does not stay 'white' very long...so you have to enjoy it while you can.....

Brew me a cup for a winter’s night.
For the wind howls loud, and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I’ll toast your bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.
~Minna Thomas Antrim, "A Night Cap," A Book of Toasts, 1902

In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold. ~Ben Aaronovitch, Broken Homes
  

Ta ta for now...................