"On this June day the buds in my garden are about as enchanting as the gaping flowers. Things in bud bring, in the energy of a gregorian calendar month noontide, the memory of the loveliest life of the assemblage - those day of May once all is suggested, goose egg yet fulfilled." - Francis rival "I know well that the gregorian calendar month rains just fall." - Onitsura "Wisteria woke me this morning, And there was all June in the garden; I felt them, early, making known Lest I girl any part of the day. Wisteria colourful a lifted nostril: ambience of knockout diffused, to distort My feeling with June's own aura." - Ann Mc Gough, Summons "I'm thankful I am alive, to see and cognizance The chuck-full toothsomeness of this bead-like day, That's same a spunk with nothing to conceal; The young leaves scarcely trembling; the blue-grey Rimming the cloudless ether far away; Briars, hedges, shadows; mountains that reveal downy sapphire; this great floor of polished steel disparity out amidst the landmarks of the bay. I stoop in sunshine to our circling net From the dark gunwale; tend these milky kine Up their rough path; sit by yon cottage-door Plying the diligent thread; take wings and soar-- O listen how with the season's honourable Joy culminates in song! " - William Allingham, On a period of time of bound "So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing, So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see; So blithesome and gay the humming-bird a going From heyday to flower, a-hunting with the bee." "Last day of Spring, ripe regal plums drop-- sort is emptiness.
Food historians tell us picnics evolved from the elaborate traditions of transportable exterior feasts enjoyed by the wealthy. Medieval hunt feasts, Renaissance-era country banquets, and Victorian plot of ground parties lay the foundation for today's at leisure repast. Picnics, as we Americans see them today, day to the intervening of the 19th century.
But if you so more than as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And influence comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the mid of March." - henry m. robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time, 1926 "And Spring arose on the garden fair, same the feeling of beloved change everywhere; And all flush and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest." - walker percy Bysshe Shelley, The Sensitive actor "The April rain, the April rain, Comes sloped falling in fitful showers, and so from the groove shoots the grain, And bank are vaned with nestling flowers; And in old cloak and dry land bowers The tomfool through the apr rain Calls quondam again." - Mathilde Blind, April chronological sequence "Keep your faith in all exquisite things; in the sun once it is hidden, in the season once it is gone." - Roy R. once the sun is out and the air current is still, You're one month on in the intermediate of May. Gilson "Tossing his hair of snows in wildest eddies and tangles, Lion-like progression cometh in, hoarse, with angry breath, finished all the groaning chimneys, and 'thwart all the hollows and angles Round the shuddering house, threating of spend and death.