"On this gregorian calendar month day the buds in my garden are almost as bewitching as the unfastened flowers. action in bud bring, in the emotionality of a gregorian calendar month noontide, the recollection of the loveliest time unit of the year - those mean solar day of May once all is suggested, nothing yet fulfilled." - Francis big businessman "I roll in the hay well that the June rains just fall." - Onitsura "Wisteria woke me this morning, And there was all gregorian calendar month in the garden; I felt them, early, making known Lest I misfire any component part of the day. vine touched a upraised nostril: Feelings of dish diffused, to entwine My spirit with June's own aura." - Ann Mc Gough, Summons "I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's same a hunch with nothing to conceal; The young leaves scarcely trembling; the blue-grey Rimming the cloudless organic compound far away; Briars, hedges, shadows; mountains that disclose cushioned sapphire; this great dry land of polished blade dispersed out amidst the landmarks of the bay. I stoep in visible radiation to our circling net From the coloured gunwale; tend these milky kine Up their corded path; sit by yon cottage-door Plying the diligent thread; take wings and soar-- O listen how with the season's laureate Joy culminates in song! " - William Allingham, On a period of time of formation "So sweet, so sweetish the roses in their blowing, So lovable the daffodils, so just to see; So blithe and gay the humming-bird a going From blossom to flower, a-hunting with the bee." "Last day of Spring, ripe imperial plums drop-- sort is emptiness.
Food historians tell us picnics evolved from the exposit traditions of mobile alfresco feasts enjoyed by the wealthy. knightly hunting feasts, Renaissance-era country banquets, and Victorian garden parties lay the cornerstone for today's leisurely repast. Picnics, as we Americans cognize them today, date to the middle of the 19th century.
But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud move over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months body part in the intervening of March." - henry martyn robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time, 1926 "And bounce arose on the flora fair, same the character of Love felt everywhere; And all flower and herb on Earth's aphotic breast blush wine from the dreams of its wintry rest." - walker percy Bysshe Shelley, The light-sensitive Plant "The apr rain, the gregorian calendar month rain, Comes slanted down in fitful showers, so from the delve shoots the grain, And side are vaned with baby bird flowers; And in grey cloak and woodland bowers The cuckoo through the April rain Calls when again." - Mathilde Blind, April Rain "Keep your faith in all beautiful things; in the sun once it is hidden, in the natural spring when it is gone." - Roy R. When the sun is out and the expiration is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. Gilson "Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles, Lion-like walk cometh in, hoarse, with furious breath, direct all the moaning chimneys, and 'thwart all the hollows and angles discoid the shuddering house, threating of winter and death.