No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

Each new season grows from the leftovers from the past. That is the essence of change, and change is the basic law.

All our yesterdays are summarized in our now, and all the tomorrows are ours to shape.

To know after absence the familiar street and road and village and house is to know again the satisfaction of home.

If you ever wondered why fishing is probably the most popular sport in this country, watch that boy beside on the water and you will learn. If you are really perceptive you will. For he already knows that fishing is only one part fish.

March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.

You fight dandelions all weekend, and late Monday afternoon there they are, pert as all get out, in full and gorgeous bloom, pretty as can be, thriving as only dandelions can in the face of adversity.