I love spring days brimming over with hope and lushness, as our garden is now, and I love quotations which convey such tumbling abundance.   Here is one describing such a day in Hungary, and for continued plenitude, another one by the great wood carver David Esterly.

It was the end of April, and the belated spring was flushed and warm, like a youngster who has run all the way to school lest he be punished. The meadows, forests and clouds race to unleash their colors in the sage-scented sunshine.

Don’t you love that closing sibilant triologism?

Source: Lajos Zilahy, The Dukays, trans. John Pauker (London: Prion, 2001), p. 430

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