Spring – An experience in immortality.
~ Henry D. Thoreau

… Now a lady came out of the carriage …

…“Miss May,” she called herself, and wore summer clothes and overshoes. She had on a beech-tree-green silk dress, and anemones in her hair, and she was so scented with wild thyme that the sentry had to sneeze...” * ^{_{H.C. Andersen}}