“If we had no winter,
the spring would not be so pleasant:
if we did not sometimes taste of adversity,
prosperity would not be so welcome."
~Anne Bradstreet
~*~
“The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded,
as the true meaning of the magic was revealed:
“The dead will rise from glade to glen
and ancient will be young again”.
The dead had, after all, risen.
From dead and dry things there was growth,
and new life everywhere.
And the endlessly long winter
had at last turned to spring.
From life to death and back again to life.
It was indeed the greatest magic in the world.”
~Lauren Oliver
~*~
the spring would not be so pleasant:
if we did not sometimes taste of adversity,
prosperity would not be so welcome."
~Anne Bradstreet
~*~
“The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded,
as the true meaning of the magic was revealed:
“The dead will rise from glade to glen
and ancient will be young again”.
The dead had, after all, risen.
From dead and dry things there was growth,
and new life everywhere.
And the endlessly long winter
had at last turned to spring.
From life to death and back again to life.
It was indeed the greatest magic in the world.”
~Lauren Oliver
~*~
Did any of you fellows ever have the spring fever. If you did can you tell me what it is. Here is my version of it: Have found it to be the most annoying, aggravating, disagreeable, doggondest disease that ever tackled a fellow. Gets into his bones, someway, about this time of the year and makes him want to do nothing with all his might and rest while he is doing it.... Terrible disease, this spring fever. Bones ache, head swims, lips dry up and parch, shoes hurt, flannels burn, clothes weigh a ton and you can't go without them like you used to could without being arrested. There isn't anything that will cure it either—only taking a day from your work and going to the creek, and taking off your shoes and wading over the riffle.
~Slivers
("Spring Fever," Stove Mounters'& Range Workers' Journal, May 1910)