Friday Foto...Spring

White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C. (LOC)

Johnston, Frances Benjamin,, 1864-1952,, photographer.
[White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C. Southeast garden]
[1921 spring]

1 photograph : glass lantern slide, hand-colored ; 3.25 x 4 in.

Notes: Site History. House Architecture: James Hoban and others, from 1792. Landscape: Beatrix Jones Farrand, planted fall 1913; Charles Henlock, head gardener. Other: Garden designed for Ellen Axson (Mrs. Thomas Woodrow) Wilson. Beatrix J. Farrand. Today: Garden not extant.
Title, date, and subject information provided by Sam Watters, 2011.
Forms part of: Garden and historic house lecture series in the Frances Benjamin Johnston Collection (Library of Congress).
Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication.
Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
Higher resolution image is available (Persistent URL): hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/ppmsca.16121
Call Number: LC-J717-X98- 47

~Spring is in the air here in MN and I'm loving it.  We're finally seeing upper 40 degree weather and the snow is quickly melting away.  Soon the allergies will kick in which will stink, but in the meantime I thought another spring time picture would be cool to share today.  So above is a look at a White House Garden in the spring of 1921 via The Library of Congress.com.  Enjoy!~

 

Spring

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!
~Sitting Bull

I shared this wonderful quote over at Shapeshifter Seductions recently, but with the weather as it is today, I felt it needed to be shared again.

Have a softly smiling day.

I'm Crying Uncle...

I am soooo ready for Spring.

Blue skies, green grass, blooming flowers and no more snow. A sense that summer is truly on the way and winter is nothing but a long-gone dream.

Having grown up in Texas, the beginning of March could be thought of as the start of Spring, but here in Minnesota, well, March is still winter with a very real threat of more snow than February.

I'm crying uncle!

So in an effort to look towards the warmth and wonder of life renewed, I'm going to periodically post poems of spring and love and life.

Today's offering,

Spring Carol by Robert Louis Stevenson

When loud by landside streamlets gush,
And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush,
With sun on the meadows
And songs in the shadows
Comes again to me
The gift of the tongues of the lea,
The gift of the tongues of meadows.

Straightway my olden heart returns
And dances with the dancing burns;
It sings with the sparrows;
To the rain and the (grimy) barrows
Sings my heart aloud -
To the silver-bellied cloud,
To the silver rainy arrows.

It bears the song of the skylark down,
And it hears the singing of the town;
And youth on the highways
And lovers in byways
Follows and sees:
And hearkens the song of the leas
And sings the songs of the highways.

So when the earth is alive with gods,
And the lusty ploughman breaks the sod,
And the grass sings in the meadows,
And the flowers smile in the shadows,
Sits my heart at ease,
Hearing the song of the leas,
Singing the songs of the meadows.

Spring Cleaning. A must?

So I've started my Spring cleaning. Does it get any better then that?

Darn right it does!

I could be and would rather be doing ANYTHING other then Spring cleaning.

I could be reading one of the many books from my TBR pile so that I'm not inadvertently killed in a cave in. ~yea, I have a lot of books~

I could and should be writing!!

I could be designing more web sites.

I could be cruising the Internet...

I could be walking the dogs...

I could be practicing my jockeying for when they call me to sub in the Kentucky Derby. ~Excuse me? What do you mean I'm too tall?~

I could be juggling venomous snakes... ~hum, might want to reconsider that one.~

Yes, I will go to great lengths to not have to Spring clean! Why you ask am I so against it? Mainly because as a striving to stay rehabilitated pack rat, I find no enjoyment in cleaning. I'll admit it, I can think of a million and one reason to keep each and everything. I know every saying, "If I toss it now, you know I'll just need it tomorrow." "What a waste of money to get rid of it." "It might be worth something someday." "Kid-let might like to play with/read/listen to it when she's old enough." blah de blah de blah...see what I mean...a pack rat motto!

Now I realize that you can't always do just the fun things in life, and yes cleaning has to be done, but does anyone have any tricks up their sleeves for making it less painful? If you do, I'd love to hear your ideas!

Have a great day!