Spring Flowers

Ma likes to take spring flowers' pictures as her way of relaxation after finished or while doing her assignments.And these flowering bulbs and blossoms were taken only within less than 2 hours while Ma & Pa accompanied me playing outside our house this afternoon.
Well,they aren't just accessible and beautiful;they are also blooming in so many versatile ways.
[Spring is] when life's alive in everything.
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.
Well, spring sprang. We've had our state of grace and our little gift of sanctioned madness, courtesy of Mother Nature. Thanks, Gaia. Much obliged. I guess it's time to get back to that daily routine of living we like to call normal.
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.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
[Spring is] a true reconstructionist.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
An optimist is the human personification of spring.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
Nature does nothing uselessly.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!
Nature is wont to hide herself.
The goal of life is living in agreement with nature.
If there comes a little thaw,
Still the air is chill and raw,
Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribbles down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick in mud In the meadows while you sing,
"This is Spring."