It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
- by Charles Dickens
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
- by Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke
Springtime is the land awakening and the our mother Earth prepares the sprouted greenery.