All through the long winter,
I dream of my garden.
On the first day of
spring,
I dig my fingers
deep into the soft earth.
I can feel its
energy,
and my spirits soar.
Helen Hayes
What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more,
to follow grassy roads
to follow grassy roads
that lead to ferny brooks
where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes,
or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that
tumble and roll and climb
where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes,
or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that
tumble and roll and climb
in riotous gladness!
Helen Keller
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