Tag Archives: Spring

The 05/11/13 Joy Jar

10 May


Although the calendar still says Spring, moi took her winter coats to the cleaners, finally convinced that she probably won’t need them for the next couple of months. The past couple of days have been glorious and more than enough to whet one’s anticipation of Summer. Today’s deposit into the ‘Joy Jar’ is the anticipation of summer.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald,
The Great Gatsby

Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.”
Yoko Ono

Some of the best memories are made in flip flops.”
Kellie Elmore

One benefit of Summer was that each day we had more light to read by.”
Jeannette Walls,
The Glass Castle

Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
Thomas Carlyle

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
Albert Camus

The 05/06/13 Joy Jar

5 May

Most of the folk in the South or any tropical region would refer to Seattle folk as weather wimps. We are in the midst of a Seattle ‘heat wave.’ That means the temperature is over 80 degrees Fahrenheit. If it gets close to 90, then many folk indigenous to the area complain. Transplants from warmer climes love it because it reminds them of the home they left. The great thing about the Puget Sound region is that after a while the natural air conditioning kicks in. Today’s deposit into the ‘Joy Jar is the rhythm of weather in the Puget Sound region.

It was luxuries like air conditioning that brought down the Roman Empire. With air conditioning their windows were shut, they couldn’t hear the barbarians coming.
Garrison Keillor

Activity conquers cold, but stillness conquers heat”

Lao Tzu

Although an ass is tired, he continues to carry his burden; he is unmindful of cold and heat; and he is always contented; these three things should be learned from the ass.”


Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.”

Dante Alighieri

HEAT, n.

Heat, says Professor Tyndall, is a mode Of motion, but I know now how he’s proving His point; but this I know –hot words bestowed With skill will set the human fist a-moving, And where it stops the stars burn free and wild.
_Crede expertum_ –I have seen them, child. –Gorton Swope”

Ambrose Bierce

Truth often suffers more by the heat of its defenders than from the arguments of its opposers”

William Penn

I have discovered that the world over, unusual weather prevails at all times of the year.”
Edgar Rice Burroughs

Don’t knock the weather. If it didn’t change once in a while, nine out of ten people couldn’t start a conversation.”
Kim Hubbard

The 04/30/13 Joy Jar

29 Apr

The past couple of days have been a pause in the march toward Spring. This evening is downright chilly and fleece is actually welcome. But, everything is changeable and the temperature should head toward the 70s in the next couple of days. These chilly days make us appreciate the warm which is coming our way. Today’s deposit into the ‘Joy Jar’ are the chilly days which really make us appreciate Spring.

Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.

Mark Twain

Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

Oscar Wilde

Weather is a literary specialty, and no untrained hand can turn out a good article on it

Mark Twain

An inexhaustible good nature is one of the most precious gifts of heaven, spreading itself like oil over the troubled sea of thought, and keeping the mind smooth and equable in the roughest weather.
Washington Irving

A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
Marcel Proust

Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
Anthony J. D’Angelo

The 03/21/13 Joy Jar

20 Mar
Today was the first day of Spring and in Seattle, the weather can take many paths.  Spring can come early or late.  The calendar says Spring and moi is going with the calendar. Today’s deposit into the ‘Joy Jar’ is Spring.
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.
Henry Van Dyke
The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven–
All’s right with the world!
Robert Browning
Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Bishop Reginald Heber

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.
Virgil A. Kraft


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.
William Wordsworth

April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.
Christopher Morley
John Mistletoe.

It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
Mark Twain
Tom Sawyer, Detective.

The 03/04/13 Joy Jar

3 Mar

Walking down a street lined on both sides by trees that all winter were like skeleton arms reaching for the sky. Today on the the skeleton arms were, bumps, mounds, there were so many buds on the branches it looked like a full sports stadium. The bumps, buds seemed to make the branches happy, there was definitely no urge to scratch. There seemed to be more birds as well. Today’s deposit in the ‘Joy Jar’ are the buds that have formed on tree branches.


Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it”                   

Ralph Waldo Emerson



Our consciousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us any more than without us; there have been many circulation of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of the bud.”                                                                       

George Eliot



Nip the shoots of arbitrary power in the bud, is the only maxim which can ever preserve the liberties of any people.”                                                             

John Quincy Adams




The bud may have a bitter taste, / But sweet will be the flower.”                      

William Cowper




Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold.”                                                                                

William Carlos Williams



Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid A million buds but stay their blossoming And trustful birds have built their nests amid The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing Till one soft shower from the south shall bid And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of Spring.”                                                                                         

Robert Bridges



Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.                              


The 02/22/13 Joy Jar

21 Feb

Moi was walking down the street on a gray Seattle day. The street was just a cold ribbon of concrete which lead up to two trees. Someone had taken the time to plant a riotous color of pansies at the base of the two trees who were naked without their leaves. The pansies were defiant, determined to shake people out of their gray consciousness. One couldn’t walk by the naked tree and the riotous pansies without smiling. Although, technically a late winter plant, the appearance of pansies means Spring is getting closer. Today’s deposit into the ‘Joy Jar’ are the pansies and the unknown person who planted them knowing that they would defy the gray.

I send thee pansies while the year is young, Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night; Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light; And if in recollection lives regret For wasted days and dreams that were not true, I tell thee that the “pansy freak’d with jet” Is still the heart’s ease that the poets knew Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought, And for the pansies send me back a thought.”
Sarah Doudney

And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.”
William Shakespeare. Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Ophelia at IV, v)

The beauteous pansies rise
In purple, gold, and blue,
With tints of rainbow hue
Mocking the sunset skies.                                                                                 Thomas John Ouseley

If they want easy color, pansies are easy to take care of. They’re pretty easy to grow.                                                                                                                                                                                   

Sherie Sinon

How does a pansy, for example, select the ingredients from soil to get the right colors for the flower? Now there’s a great miracle. I think there’s a supreme power behind all of this. I see it in nature.                                                                     

Clyde Tombaugh