Jennifer

“Golden daffodils dance in the gentle breeze, birds twitter a happy song and sunshine caresses my face as I taste the delicious sweetness of springtime again.”
― Peggy Toney Horton

“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine, and things pushing up and working under the earth', said Mary. 'If the garden was a secret and we could get into it we could watch the things grow bigger every day, and see how many roses are alive. Don't you see? Oh, don't you see how much nicer it would be if it was a secret?”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

“It was a fine April morning when I came out of the library; the sun was shining and the false glorious promises of spring were everywhere, showing oddly through the village grime. I remember that I stood on the library steps holding my books and looking for a minute at the soft hinted green in the branches against the sky and wishing, as I always did, that I could walk home across the sky instead of through the village.”
― Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

“Farewell Sadness
Hello Sadness
You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling
You are inscribed in the eyes that I love
You are not poverty absolutely
Since the poorest of lips denounce you
Ah with a smile
Bonjour Tristesse
Love of kind bodies
Power of love
From which kindness rises
Like a bodiless monster
Unattached head
Sadness beautiful face.”
― Paul Éluard, Selected Poems (A Calderbook, Cb435)