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Spring time at the pond:

Great literature must spring from an upheaval in the author’s soul. If that upheaval is not present then it must come from the works of any other author which happens to be handy and easily adapted. Robert Benchley 

April is national poetry month so in honor of that I will take a cue from the above quote and let the poets and my photographs paint a picture of spring.

Spring is when life’s alive in everything.

—Christina Rossetti

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Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom.

—Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

Sit quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.—Zen saying

An optimist is the human personification of spring.

—Susan J. Bissonett

Spring—an experience in immortality.

—Henry D. Thoreau

MY CALENDAR COLORING BOOK: MARCH IS SPRING GREEN

March signals the beginning of spring. The snows begin to recede revealing bright green patches of grass and tender shoots of crocus and daffodils pushing through the newly thawed soil. The air is brisk with a hint of warmth from the sun peeking through the clouds.

At last nature begins to waken from her long winter’s nap. Bright yellow forsythia sways in the breeze providing a welcome splash of color against the barren landscape. Mother Nature adorns herself in mostly green and yellow this month which is also the Girl Scout colors reminding people to stock up on their cookies. The birds are busy pairing together and making nests for the new generation which will come soon. Red winged blackbirds, robins, and cardinals are most visible as they dart among the bushes revealing flashes of red. The ducks and geese at the pond are wandering in pairs as they travel about the pond and surrounding bushes looking for the perfect spot to deposit their eggs.

Spring in Columbus can be a wild month with temperatures varying 30 to 40 degrees in a matter of hours; but I will take that any time over gale force winds and three-foot snows. It is always so good to see the ground after being covered with snow for weeks at a time. We have finally crossed that magical line between winter and spring. Here comes the sun!