Is It Finally Spring?
Springy Quips
We’ve been waiting for a ray of sunshine, both literally and figuratively, and then, after feeling spring’s warm caress, we’re smacked in the face with dreary weather.
As Mark Twain famously said, “In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.”
If you need a bit of cheer, here are more pithy springy quips:
“Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.”
– Doug Larson (columnist)
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.”
– Steve Martin (comedian)
“The early bird gets the worm but the late bird doesn’t even get the late worm.”
– Charles M. Schulz (cartoonist)
“March is the month God created to show people who don’t drink what a hangover is like.”
– Garrison Keillor (author and radio personality)
“Gardening requires lots of water – most of it in the form of perspiration.”
– Louise Erickson (radio and film actress)
“Spring is the time of the year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.”
– Charles Dickens (Victorian-era English novelist)
“Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see, the world hath more fools in it than ever.”
– Charles Lamb (Romantic-era English essayist)
“No matter how chaotic it is, wildflowers will still spring up in the middle of nowhere.”
– Sheryl Crow (singer/song writer)
How apt is this one?
“In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.”
– Ernest Hemingway (American author)
This is how I feel:
“My favorite weather is bird chirping weather.”
– Terri Guillemets (author of “The Quote Garden” website)
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What’s your favorite weather? When do you feel it’s really finally spring?



in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring
(e. e. cummings, American poet)
Not spring but I thought of this:
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
Albert Camus