"Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love. " -- 
e.e. cummings
- Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring.
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I'm hearing spring here in Central Virginia - the peepers! I love to hear the peepers! And I notice how red the tops of the maple trees are.
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