Doug Larson, Botanist Summer makes me drowsy, Autumn makes me sing, Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring . Dorothy Parker, Critic and screenwriter Spring is sooner recognised by plants than by men. Every year back spring comes, with nasty little birds, yapping their fool heads off. Dorothy Parker, Critic and screenwriter One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring . This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.
Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
In the spring , at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. In the spring rain, The pond and the river Have become one. Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. I'd like to sing you a song now about my old girlfriend. I'm Not Raking 'Til Spring .