In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.
I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.
In the spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.
The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.