Red sky in morning, Sailors take warning.
Red sky at night, Sailors' delight.
Weather means more when you have a garden. There's nothing like
listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in and
around your lettuce and green beans.
Last night, there came a frost, which has done great damage
to my garden ... It is sad that nature will play such tricks with
us poor mortals, inviting us with sunny smiles to confide in her,
and then, when we are entirely within her power,
tricking us to the heart.
No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow
Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating;
there is no such thing as bad weather just different kinds of good weather.
Every year it seems to me I hear complaints about spring. It is either
"late" or "unusually cold," "abnormally dry" or "fantastically wet,"
for no one is ever willing to admit that there is no such thing as a normal spring.
Whatever else seems pleasant at first apprehension, at length becomes dull by too long acquaintance. But the pleasures of a Garden are every day renewed. A Garden is the only complete delight the world affords, every complying with our various and mutable Minds.
The diameter of each day is measured by the stretch of
thought - not by the rising and setting of the sun.
I've lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me.
I like weather rather than climate.