Updated: Jul 11, 2020
An Ode to Spring & Summer
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms. - Kobayashi Issa
Welcome to The Open Book Café: Book lovers around the world. Share your thoughts on moving passages, and characters in play. What better way than to spend a small sweet slice of a somber Sunday?
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Introduction To The Open Book Café
Good morning, and welcome to the Spring resurrection of The Open Book Café: a weekly gathering of book lovers, from around the world.
I know that we've had a rough start to Spring, 2020. But,
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome. - Anne Bradstreet
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. - Victor Hugo
With the coming of spring, I am calm again. - Gustav Mahler
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. - Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider
The first pale blossom of the unripened year. - Anna Letitia Barbauld
The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. - Arthur Rubenstein
Winter’s wiles soon gave way to warmer, brighter, longer days…
We were ice floes kissed by the morning sun, warming up, thawing out. We were leaving the heavy cloak of Winterland far behind; restless in wait for a sign – any sign of Spring. The return of migratory wildlife, budding flora, increased fauna, all merging in waves of energy, flowing like a vibrant river. Flowing throughout the community and lightwaves beyond…
Like a slow, delicious tease; a passionate kiss. Spring, was finally here.
~ Taken from the forthcoming novel: Where The Greener Grass Grows By Hannah Ellie.
As temperatures rise we toss away our frocks and layers upon layers of winter insulation. But we dare not leave home without a windbreaker in our packs, for Ontario, Canada, is a region where you can live out all four seasons within a single day.
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. - Rainer Maria Rilke
Coniferous, chlorophyllaceous, striking emerald spires. Spring fever-passion burning, smokey-light campfires.
Delicious, deciduous, rich thick blades between bare toes. Happy bees on a scented breeze. Rabbits hopping to and fro. - Taken from the forthcoming novel: Where The Greener Grass Grows By Hannah Ellie.
Pondering on The Culham Trail and surrounding Parks in Mississauga,...
On the upper level in Erindale Park, you’ll witness a large field of picnic and play and green carpet hills that roll back down by the water. Continue North on the trail.
Capture with camera: the macro of kaleidoscope-butterfly. The wild life! Ducks, rabbits, deer and various species of birds,… Hear the frogs while they baritone down beyond a lovely patch of irid that grows along the marsh. Witness the zen of quiet souls in meditation or out on a yoga mat & flat-rock; a spiritual loft on the banks of the Credit River.
I was enchanted by the green corridor; this path was lined with pearly aqua-chained gates, that appeared from a distance to lead to a dark but inviting, doorless Hobbit hole… - Taken from the forthcoming Riverwood Heights Trilogy By Hannah Ellie.
Wander through vibrant life-force on velvet-brown earth that borders either side of the river. While travelling North through Riverwood Park & Mississauga Gardens, see things that crawl, flutter & fly with wings that sweep wide, indigo sky.
We inherit the spirit world from a time when our ancestors huddled in dark shelters at night and let their imaginations draw up creatures more or less like ourselves although lacking corporeal substance. But why should we care about angels when the season's first blackbirds spread their red-shouldered wings? Why should we seek treasures in Heaven when year after year the fiddlehead ferns unfurl their silver croziers along the brook? Why should we look for out-of-body experiences when it is our bodies that connect us through the five open windows of our senses to the sights, sounds, tastes, smells, and tactile sensations of nature. - Chet Raymo, The Path
Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment. - Ellis Peters
The sun has risen. Time to leave the cave! Take a stroll through any wonderful forests, parks and trails. Stretch your body and your mind. Take a pencil, notepad and camera along with your backpack lunch.
Now, get out there and enjoy Spring!
Links For Little Ones
Growing up, I remember watching a delightful TV series about the author and artist, Beatrix Potter (Peter Rabbit, etc.). These are wonderful tales of art and nature to share with your children.
Share your Spring Souvenirs, related poetry, quotes, books, magazines, etc. Please credit the original author. Feel free to share your own original images as well.
Thanks for stopping by The Open Book Café.
See you next Sunday!
About The Author Susan Leitch is a writer and multimedia artist, and content creator and curator. One of her writer pseudonyms is Hannah Ellie.
Her ongoing projects and various creations can be found at MultiMediaSusan.com
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