I love spring days brimming over with hope and lushness, as our garden is now, and I love quotations which convey such tumbling abundance. Here is one describing such a day in Hungary:

It was the end of April, and the belated spring was flushed and warm, like a youngster who has run all the way to school lest he be punished. The meadows, forests and clouds race to unleash their colors in the sage-scented sunshine.

Don’t you love that closing sibilant triologism?

Source: Lajos Zilahy, The Dukays, trans. John Pauker (London: Prion, 2001), p. 430

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