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MAY AND NOVEMBER VI.
March isn't the only thing that's in like a lion and out like a lamb.
January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.
spring, Jake had
After a hot March comes April!
April is the cruellest month.
October, that's when they pay off for playing ball.
January is always a good month for behavioral economics: Few things illustrate self-control as vividly as New Year's resolutions. February is even better, though, because it lets us study why so many of those resolutions are broken.
February was always the cruelest month for Hunter S. Thompson. An avid NFL fan, Hunter traditionally embraced the Super Bowl in January as the high-water mark of his year.
In the best of all possible worlds, February 14 is a pleasant and sentimental opportunity to lavish your partner with attention or move your relationship to the next level.
May and June. Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away with a warming spring sun, followed by breezy afternoons and chilly nights. The discussion of philosophy is over; it's time for work to begin.
I do not like January very much. It is too stationary. Not enough happens. I like the evidences of life, and in January there are too few of them.
Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
You grown-ups are making too much noise! Go play Outside for awhile. February
July.
I am anxious, and it soothes me to express myself here. It is like whispering to one's self and listening at the same time.
Will you love me in December as you do in May?
Officially it was almost spring but someone had forgotten to pass the news on to winter.
February dawn
frost on the path Where I paced all winter.
Still, February's departure remains worthy of note. This February was Washington's coldest in 36 years. Only three times in the past 100 years has the capital experienced a colder one.
O month when they who love must love and wed.
February is the cruelest month in western Oregon.
The only bubble in the flat champagne of February is Valentine's Day. It was no accident that our ancestors pinned Valentine's Day on February's shirt: he or she lucky enough to have a lover in frigid, antsy February has cause for celebration, indeed.
In February there is everything to hope for and nothing to regret.
The end of the year! I draw the balance. Inquiry of conscience and request to the Spirit for progress and maturity.
May, and after a rainy spring
We walk streets gallant with rhododendrons.
In early September, there come
I miss everything about Chicago, except January and February.
April is the cruelest month - - - - mixing memory and desire - - -
In London November isn't a month, it's a state of mind.
April is a fun month.
November's a burn and an ache.
I can see November from my house.
November and the sun grows sparse in the sky.
year-round. When
[I]n the gloomy month of February ... The Deserts of Arabia are not more dreary and inhospitable than the streets of London at such a time ...
November, I'll give thanks that you belong to me. December, you're the present beneath my Christmas tree.
April is the cruelest month.
Why does February feel like one big Tuesday?
'Tis a month before the month of May,
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
Spring is my sweetheart ...
Before I was ordained, when I was working for the council, I thought of the first three months of the year as January, February, March. Now I think of them as Epiphany, Candlemas and Ash Wednesday.
In February when my garden is barren of flowers, you are the only flower blooming in my heart. I cherish you and adore you with all of my heart because you are my Valentine.
early summer of 2004, I
Yes, another April; in a way, in this story, it is always April.
October: This is one of the peculiarly dangerous months to speculate in stocks. The others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, December, August and February.
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
You ought to know that October is the first Spring month.
If you have an eye for a reward in December,award yourself in April!
August is a gentle reminder for not doing a single thing from your new year resolution for seven months and not doing it for next five.
San Francisco, December 2011
September showed up right on schedule, and lasted a whole month.
Cold in the earth - and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills, have melted into spring.
It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before ... there is a blessing in the air.
April is a promise of what's to come.
You sweat out the free agent thing in November then you make the trades in December. Then you struggle to sign the guys left in January and in February I get down to sewing all the new numbers on the uniforms.
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year.
January is the despairing heart of the Scottish winter
June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.
April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.
Winter
The season between autumn and spring, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the coldest months of the year:
December, January and February.
A period of inactivity or decay.
31 October.
Still hurrying along. The day has come,
In the words of the old song, it's a long time from May to December but, you know, it's an equally long time from December to May.
March is the month of expectation,
The things we do not know,
The Persons of Prognostication
Are coming now.
We try to sham becoming firmness,
But pompous joy
Betrays us, as his first betrothal
Betrays a boy.
Late February days; and now, at last,
Might you have thought that
Winter's woe was past;
So fair the sky was and so soft the air.
Beware the ideas of March... just one little letter changes the whole meaning. I love the way worms can do that.
I am tired of the litany
of months, September October
I am tired of the way the seasons
keep changing, mimicking
the seasons of the flesh
which are real and finite.
Spring is the time of plans and projects.
Christmas comes but once a year, starts in August ends in July
January was like the freaking sun.
It's February the 22ndAnd I can't tell a lie.
April is a promise that May is bound to keep.
The reason God made February short a few days was because he knew that by the time people came to the end of it they would die if they had to stand one more blasted day.
POOR MARCH
It is the HOMELIEST month of the year. Most of it is MUD, Every Imaginable Form of MUD, and what isn't MUD in March is ugly late-season SNOW falling onto the ground in filthy muddy heaps that look like PILES of DIRTY LAUNDRY.
No one's ever achieved financial fitness with a January resolution that's abandoned by February.
Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing
in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs" 'I'm so glad I live in
a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we
just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it?
It was March. The days of March creeping gustily on like something that man couldn't hinder and God wouldn't hurry.
August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade.
My father was often impatient during March, waiting for winter to end, the cold to ease, the sun to reappear. March was an unpredictable month, when it was never clear what might happen. Warm days raised hopes until ice and grey skies shut over the town again.
The day and time itself: late afternoon in early February, was there a moment of the year better suited for despair?
I was never any good at remembering dates, but now I hardly have to. When the first bulb catalogs get delivered and the hens start laying again, that's all the notice I'll need to know that winter has passed.
September 14th, 2009
In our hearts those of us who know anything worth knowing know that in March a new year begins, and if we plan any new leaves, it will be when the rest of Nature is planning them too.
February was sobbing and blustering its lachrymose way into March, when she received a letter from the Dean.
The past has flown away. The coming month and year do not exist. Ours only is the present's tiny point.
You do not need to think about a month, you need to plan the day
Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul ... but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.
In a minute - Sometime soon - Maybe next time - Make it June Until later Doesnt always come
November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year," said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden.
"That's the reason I was born in it," observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose.
April is the two-week-old kitten, the month-old lamb, the six-month-old heifer, the two-year-old girl. Too young to know it has either past or future, it wears the ribbon of the fleeting present as part of itself ...
February is always a bad month for TV sports. Football is gone, basketball is plodding along in the annual midseason doldrums, and baseball is not even mentioned.
June is the time for being in the world in new ways, for throwing off the cold and dark spots of life.
The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves.
April 1. This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four.
The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August
March is the month God created to show people who don't drink what a hangover is like.
Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
In March winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too.
Monday afternoon.
It was September.
In the last days when things are getting sad for no reason.
November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.