JC, I loved your graphic in post #39. A great poet from a long time ago also cherished spring:
Robert Browning (1812-1889)
from Pippa Passes
The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn:
God’s in His heaven—
All’s right with the world!
Isn’t that lovely? Remember in high school how we used to have to memorize things. Seems I once had that memorized! It has since left me....LOL!