Why are the Birds Singing This Morning?

Why are the Birds Singing This Morning?

“Whenever the sun shines warmly over the earth, the old males tune their pipe, and enliven the neighborhood with their song. By early April, the snows are all melting away, and nature again, in all the beauty of spring, promises happiness and abundance to the whole...
The Call of Spring

The Call of Spring

“Nor would the stress Of life be bearable for tender things Did not so long a respite come between The cold and heat, and heaven’s indulgence grant This comfort to the world.” Virgil, Georgics “Remember the time has come to plow again.” Hesiod, Works and Days Isn’t it...
Time to Plow Again

Time to Plow Again

“Remember the time has come to plow again.” Hesiod, Works and Days Something deep within us stirs. We feel that spring should be more than just different weather outside. Sure it changes how we dress; and now we have to mow the lawn. Baseball season returns, and...
What is All This Juice?

What is All This Juice?

Nothing is so beautiful as spring— When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing… What is all this...
Winter is Dead

Winter is Dead

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down. She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbour: “Winter is dead.” A.A. Milne, Daffodowndilly Spring...

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