VOICES OF SPRING – 2
No matter what else droops, the little feet of Spring trip lightly on, turning up the daisies, paddling the cresses, and waking the fairy-peopled world of flowers again to look love on the laughing earth. Her dainty fingers putteth the fur cap on pussy willow, paints the tiny petals of arbutus, and sweeps with glad tones the Lyre of earth. Mary Baker Eddy (CS Journal, Vol. 1, No. 2, June 1883, p.4)
WATCHKEEPERS 