The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another.
The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.
~Henry Van Dyke
Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
To-day the glint of green is there;
Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair,
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there!
May I tell you just how much I needed a beautiful day? We got one today... and spent hours outside.
I feel like a new person. But the mud, oh, the mud.