Spring Flowers are beautiful and fragrant. Changing seasons have a profound effect on plant and animal life. Spring is the time of renewal of plant life.
Nature awakens in Spring, and Spring Flowers bloom. Spring is a wonderful time of the year for fresh Spring Flowers, particularly Spring flower bulbs. In spring, plants and trees sprout new leaves and Flowers bloom.
Spring Season is a particular type of season that is experienced in the temperate climatic zones. Spring is an intermediate seasonal phase in between winter and summer. Spring signifies the emergence of new life. Spring months are the blossoming months that bring meaningful growth and rejuvenation in its wake. Spring enriches natural beauty and it seems as if nature is dressed in a beautiful green gown. Here are beautiful Spring wallpapers for you desktop…
Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun.
A little madness in the Spring – Is wholesome even for the King. –Emily Dickin
All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring
An optimist is the human personification of spring
Blossom by blossom the spring begins
Without a doubt, spring is the best of seasons. It is a symbol of hope, strength, energy and love. And this season is upon us now. Springs is a beautiful season. It is really a season of flowers. Many kinds of flower bloom in Spring. Swarms of bees rush at them. They hum round the opening buds. They hum round the blooming petals. They loot the essence of flowers and make honey of it. The excitement demanded to make a post that depicts all these splendors of spring I just mentioned. So here is a beautiful collection of spring related nature wallpapers/Pictures.
From you have I been absent in the spring
When proud-pied April, dress’d in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seem’d it winter still, and you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play. by William Shakespeare
For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins. by Algernon Charles Swinburne
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes. by Robert Herrick
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March. by Robert Frost
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!. by Thomas Nashe
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. by Henry Van Dyke
Buttercups and daisies-
Oh the pretty flowers,
Coming ere the springtime
To tell of sunny hours.
While the trees are leafless,
While the fields are bare,
Buttercups and daisies
Spring up here and there. by Mary Howitt
Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.
Where in the whitethom
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.
Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:
Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
“We spread no snare;
“Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.
“Here the sun shineth
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be.” by Christina Rossetti