#seasons

We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, we take to smoke divine and wine. If breath of sun does belch its heat, we boil coffee and prepare to eat. ↗

— Roman Payne

#coffee #day #drinking #eat #food

The heart's seasons seldom coincide with the calendar. Who among us has not been made desolate beyond all words upon some golden day when the little creatures of the air and meadow were life incarnate, from sheer joy of living? Who among us has not come home, singing, when the streets were almost impassable with snow, or met a friend with a happy, smiling face, in the midst of a pouring rain? ↗

— Myrtle Reed

#life-and-living #nature #seasons #life

I'm a dog person, I've had dogs all my life. But you see, it's not really a dog. It's more like a little robot. It's an actor. It displays no emotion whatsoever. I swear that dog doesn't know any of us even though we've done five seasons of Frasier. ↗

— John Mahoney

#any #displays #dog #dogs #done

I still believe Emmitt has enough left in the tank to be a productive back over the next couple of seasons. ↗

— Al Michaels

#believe #couple #emmitt #enough #i

The army is always the same. The sun and the moon change. The army knows no seasons. ↗

— Frank S. Nugent

#army #change #knows #moon #same

The seasons come up undisturbed by crime and war. ↗

— George A. Smith

#crime #seasons #undisturbed #up #war

Things have their time, even eminence bows to timeliness. ↗

— Balthasar Gracian

#things #art

The long sadness of winter was finally in retreat. ↗

— Kimberly Cuttler

#seasons #change

How lucky country children are in these natural delights that lie ready to their hand! Every season and every plant offers changing joys. As they meander along the lane that leads to our school all kinds of natural toys present themselves for their diversion. The seedpods of stitchwort hang ready for delightful popping between thumb and finger, and later the bladder campion offers a larger, if less crisp, globe to burst. In the autumn, acorns, beechnuts, and conkers bedizen their path, with all their manifold possibilities of fun. In the summer, there is an assortment of honeys to be sucked from bindweed flowers, held fragile and fragrant to hungry lips, and the tiny funnels of honeysuckle and clover blossoms to taste. ↗

— Miss Read

#children #country #countryside #nature #plants

The bell tolling not for us, it’s time for bluebells. ↗

— Lara Biyuts

#flowers #life-and-death #seasons #death