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Despite March's windy reputation, winter isn't really blown away; it is washed away. It flows down all the hills, goes swirling down the valleys and spills out to sea. Like so many of this earth's elements, winter itself is soluble in water.

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Despite March’s windy reputation, winter isn’t really blown away; it is washed away. It flows down all the hills, goes swirling down the valleys and spills out to sea. Like so many of this earth’s elements, winter itself is soluble in water.

 —The New York Times

Only with winter patience can we bring / The deep desired long-awaited spring.

—Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Earth laughs in flowers.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Nothing is so beautiful as spring — when weeds in wheels shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look like low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear it strikes like lightening to hear him sing.

—Gerard Manley Hopkins

Every year, back comes spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.

—Dorothy Parker

Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.

—Lewis Grizzard

Spring is nature’s way of saying, “Let’s party!”

—Robin Williams

In Just — / spring when the world is mud — / luscious the little / lame balloonman / whistles far and wee.

—e.e. cummings

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.

—Doug Larson

In the spring at the end of the day you should smell like dirt.

—Margaret Atwood

The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the clocks an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase.

 —E.B. White

A light exists in spring / Not present on the year / At any other period / When March is scarcely here.

 —Emily Dickinson

Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.

—Walt Whitman

Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England, / Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England, / Lilac in me because I am New England.

—Amy Lowell

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