Then the gentle, spring-like rain begins, and we turn about. The sounds of it pattering on the dry oak leaves . . .—Journal, 14 February 1859
There is something sublime in the fact that some of the oldest written sentences should thus celebrate the coming in of spring.—Journal,  9 July 1852
These earthly sounds should only die away for a season, as the strains of the harp rise and swell. Death is that expressive pause in the music of the blast.—Journal, 29 December 1841
They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man's discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself.—Walden 
To us snow and cold seem a mere delaying of the spring. How far we are from understanding the value of these things in the economy of Nature!—Journal, 8 March 1859
Was awakened in the night to a strain of music dying away,—passing travellers singing. My being was so expanded and infinitely and divinely related for a brief season that I saw how unexhausted, how almost wholly unimproved, was man’s capacity for a divine life. When I remembered what a narrow and finite life I should anon awake to!—Journal, 19 April 1856
We are most apt to remember and cherish the flowers which appear earliest in the spring. I look with equal affection on those which are the latest to bloom in the fall.—Journal, 31 August 1850
We discover a new world every time that we see the earth again after it has been covered for a season with snow.—Journal, 8 January 1860
We learn by the January thaw that the winter is intermittent and are reminded of other seasons. The back of the winter is broken.—Journal, 14 February 1851
We love to see any redness in the vegetation of the temperate zone. It is the color of colors.—"Autumnal Tints"
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