The season of singing!

I love all seasons, but I especially love spring. How can one not love the renaissance of the earth after harsh New England winters, and flowers and leaves that emerge from their winter slumber and arise to sing... Wake up, wake up!

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Arise, my darling,

my beautiful one, come with me.

See! The winter is past;

the rains are over and gone.

Flowers appear on the earth;

the season of singing has come,

the cooing of doves

is heard in our land.

The fig tree forms its early fruit;

the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.

Arise, come, my darling;

my beautiful one, come with me.

—Song of Solomon