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Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush. (Hironaka Jeff)
One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring. (Hironaka Jeff)
April comes like an idiot, babbling and stewing flowers. (Hironaka Jeff)
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year. (Hironaka Jeff)
The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? (Hironaka Jeff)
The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. (Hironaka Jeff)
To be interested in the changing seasons is, in this middling zone, a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. (Hironaka Jeff)
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and 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. (Hironaka Jeff)
Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. Let them be your only diet drink and botanical medicines. (Hironaka Jeff)
Spring is not the best of seasons. Cold and flu are two good reasons; wind and rain and other sorrow, warm today and cold tomorrow. Whoever said Spring was romantic? The word that best applies is frantic! (Hironaka Jeff)
That was the best crowd we’ve had all year. That’s what you play for all season. (Hironaka Jeff)
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