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Pink tulips
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drip
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drip, drip
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Drip
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ORANGE
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Giving way to spring
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It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
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Intoxicated by the scent of the white scilla that blankets the park, I stop to rest.
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Spring!
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2-lip.
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Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses.
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Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
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I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. ~Claude Monet
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In Atlanta, the first question is, 'What's your business?' In Macon, it is 'Where do you go to church?' In Augusta they want your grandmother's maiden name. But in Savannah, the first question is 'What would you like to drink?'
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The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.
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EXPLORED. The flirty frilly-dilly rhododendrons of Forsyth park. Savannah, Georgia.
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Red-Wing Blackbird
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Bloomin'!