Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, pene-trating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.
...he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said, "Bother!" and "O blow!" and also "Hang spring-cleaning!"
.....he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged, and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, "Up we go! Up we go!" till at last, pop! his
snout came out into the sunlight and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.
"This is fine! he said to himself. "This is better than whitewashing!" The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow...
Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow...
Kenneth Graham, The Wind in the Willows
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I've been feeling a lot like Mole lately...guess it's Spring Fever! I'm drawn out into the sunshine to putter and potter about.... mostly with a shameful lack of accomplishment....just taking pleasure in the warmth of the sun, the sound of a breeze stirring the pines and the greening of the flower beds...
I hope you're enjoying spring as well...
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