April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
April... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
April is the kindest month. April gets you out of your head and out working in the garden.
April's rare capricious loveliness.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
April, like a child, writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers, wipes them away, and forgets.
Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.
April is a promise that May is bound to keep.
April is the month of promise; it does not produce but it prepares the ground for flowering spring of May.
April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.
April showers bring May flowers.
April hath a spirit of youth.
April is the time to go out into the world and see what nature is up to. April is a naturalist.