http://www.heronswoodvoice.com/2009/03/rights-of-spring/ Heronswood Voice – A web log written by George Ball Mon, 16 Jan 2012 17:50:49 -0800 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.2 http://www.heronswoodvoice.com/2009/03/rights-of-spring/#comment-15369 Abby C Wed, 01 Apr 2009 14:36:54 +0000 http://www.heronswoodvoice.com/?p=551#comment-15369 This is lovely, thank you for sharing. I especially like the bit about the rain. I was walking in the city with my roommates on Sunday, enjoying the buds on the street trees and the fresh, open sky above the buildings, when the light drizzle suddenly turned into a fast, heavy pour. My roommates scurried back to their car, but I felt wonderfully enlivened and continued walking around until the rain slowed back to a drizzle again, which took only a matter of minutes. Fall is a very romantic time of year, but spring is undoubtedly the most beautiful. This is lovely, thank you for sharing. I especially like the bit about the rain. I was walking in the city with my roommates on Sunday, enjoying the buds on the street trees and the fresh, open sky above the buildings, when the light drizzle suddenly turned into a fast, heavy pour. My roommates scurried back to their car, but I felt wonderfully enlivened and continued walking around until the rain slowed back to a drizzle again, which took only a matter of minutes. Fall is a very romantic time of year, but spring is undoubtedly the most beautiful.

]]> http://www.heronswoodvoice.com/2009/03/rights-of-spring/#comment-15239 invisiblebees Tue, 31 Mar 2009 15:06:53 +0000 http://www.heronswoodvoice.com/?p=551#comment-15239 Your descriptions and insights have me hankering for Spring in the land of woodlands and trees. Here on the High Plains, observing Spring is like observing a bully and a sensitive child on the teeter-totter. The sensitive child (Spring) just wants to linger and play, gently, enjoying his time outside. But the bully (Summer's heat) just stomps on the far end and catapults the other child up up and away. Your descriptions and insights have me hankering for Spring in the land of woodlands and trees. Here on the High Plains, observing Spring is like observing a bully and a sensitive child on the teeter-totter. The sensitive child (Spring) just wants to linger and play, gently, enjoying his time outside. But the bully (Summer’s heat) just stomps on the far end and catapults the other child up up and away.

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