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 I am in love with every season! But there is something about spring and the beginning of summer that especially lights my fire. I have basically written whole songs (in my mind) on my walks this time of year. And God's inspirational beauty is all around. It seems as though, "Everything that has breath is (truly) praising the Lord"!
With this particular pastel, I will offer up some of my favorite spring/summer passages from some of the greatest poets and writers of all time.
Daughter of heaven and earth, Coy Spring
With sudden passion languishing breeze
Teaching barren moors to smile
Painting pictures mile on mile
Holds a cup of cowslip wreaths
---Ralph Waldo Emerson
For lo the winter is past the rain is gone
The flowers appear on the earth
The time of the singing of birds is come
And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs
And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell
Arise, my love, my fair one and come away
---Song of Solomon Chapter 2:Verses 11-12
Let us dance in the sun wearing wild flowers in our hair
We are at home midst the birds and the trees
For we are children of nature
---Susan Polis Shut
She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower
Which, so different from the rose, to which it is, nevertheless,
Sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring
---Marquis De Sade
What is one to say about June, the time of prefect young summer?
The fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, yet no sign to
Remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade
---Gertrude Jekyll
Summer is the time when one shed's one's tensions with one's clothes
And the right kind of day is a jeweled balm for the battered spirit
A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief
That all's right with the world
---James Russell Lowell
What joy I have in June's return
My feet are parched my eyeballs burn
---Thomas Hood
Now every field is clothed with grass,
every tree is clothed with leaves
Now the woods put forth their blossoms
And the year assumes her gay attire
---Virgil
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