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With the warm weather just around the corner, prep for your spring holidays and parties with a great playlist

Get ready for spring with a little jam session.

The start of spring is officially March 20 this year, and although we’re losing an hour to get there (don’t forget to spring your clocks forward March 10!), it will be worth it when we can sit down to a nice outdoor picnic without dressing for arctic weather.

We’ve enjoyed rounding up cold-weather party ideas, snow day activities, and cozy recipes, but we’re ready for a fresh start. With a whole bunch of reasons to celebrate ahead of us — St. Patrick’s Day, Easter, Passover, spring break, Cinco de Mayo, etc. — we’re serving up a serious playlist fit for your spring-themed partying.

Some of these songs are obvious ("I’m Walking on Sunshine") and others just downright make us more pleasant and happy.
Take a listen to our play list on Spotify or copy our list below:

  • Halo/Walking on Sunshine—Glee Cast
  • Pocketful of Sunshine—Natasha Beddingfield
  • We are Young ft. Janelle Monae—FUN
  • Hey There Delilah—Plain White T's
  • Dog Days are Over—Florence + the Machines
  • Tiny Dancer—Elton John
  • Happiness—The Fray
  • Islands—The xx
  • Ho Hey—The Lumineers
  • Flowers in Your Hair—The Lumineers
  • Lovely Day—Bill Withers
  • Here Without You—3 Doors Down
  • Island in the Sun—Weezer
  • Just the Way You Are—Bruno Mars
  • Love on Top—Beyonce
  • Marry You—Bruno Mars
  • Kids—MGMT
  • Electric Feel—MGMT
  • Sleepyhead—Passion Pit
  • Teenage Dream—Katy Perry

50 Spring Slogans

With spring in the air, it is time to have some fun and enjoy the sunshine. As new flowers spring up everywhere, hope returns to the world. These spring slogans can be used on your social media account or for a springtime sale. Use these to inspire you as the weather warms up, and the sun emerges from the clouds. These messages would also be great to put into a card that you send to a loved one as springtime returns once again.

50 Spring Slogans

As the clouds part and the snow stops, new growth begins to start and the world turns green again. Soon, the summertime heat will be here and everything will be filled with life again. Springtime is an exciting moment in the year as the world brightens and returns to normal. As new life springs up everywhere, show your appreciation and happiness through these 50 spring slogans.

1. Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Let’s party!’

2. From sweet April showers spring May flowers.

3. Hello, spring!

4. Spring is a season of love.

5. Since spring is a tough act to follow, God created June.

6. Spring flowers bring new life.

7. I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

8. Happy first day of spring!

9. Swing Into Spring.

10. No winter lasts forever no spring skips its turn!

11. Every spring feels like the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.

12. Spring has sprung!

13. Keep calm, spring has begun!

14. O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

15. Keep calm only X more days ’till spring!

16. In winter, I plot and plan. In spring, I move!

17. Hello, spring! We’ve missed you!

18. Spring to Life.

19. No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow!

20. Spring flings and Easter things.

21. With the coming of spring, I am happy again.

22. Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.

23. Spring is full of sweet days and roses.

24. Good Morning! Happy first day of spring!

25. Spring is in the air!

26. I love spring.

27. Start the first day of spring with big smile!

28. Goodbye winter, hello spring!

29. April is a promise that May is bound to keep.

30. Be joyful and sing, for its the first day of Spring!

31. Spring is here, lets give a big cheer!

32. “You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.” -Pablo Neruda

33. Love in bloom.

34. Nothing is so beautiful as spring.

35. April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

36. A smile as sweet as spring.

37. No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.

38. It’s spring and look who’s blooming.

39. There’s no time like spring time!

40. A great day to fly a kite.

41. Spring time is here!

42. TGIS: Thank God It’s Spring!

43. Hop into spring!

44. Everything sprouts in spring.

45. Green, I see green again!

46. Between winter and summer lies a beautiful spring.

47. An optimist is the human personification of spring.

48. Blooming to life.

49. As fresh as springtime.

50. Spring into fun!

During the lonely, dark days of winter, it seems like the sunshine will never appear again. As the first day of spring dawns, happiness, joy and hope return. When springtime is here again, show off how excited you are with these spring slogans. You can use these on your social media page, in a message to a loved one or as a sales slogan.


10 Classic Spring Poems Everyone Should Read

Spring is a fine season – perhaps the most popular of the four seasons, when it comes to poets and their seasonal choice of subject. Winter has its devotees, but there’s something to be said for spring with its new life, warmer weather, and flowers and trees coming into leaf. Here are ten of our favourite poems about spring, which we reckon are among the finest spring poems in the English language.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure…

The Romantic poets often wrote about spring, and Wordsworth’s ‘Lines Written in Early Spring’, whilst not his best-known poem, is a fine example of Romantic poetry about the season. Once more, Wordsworth’s enjoyment of spring is tinged somewhat by an inner sadness, especially when he reflects on ‘what man has made of man’. Quite. Click on the link above to read the full poem and learn more about it.

Sound the flute!
Now it’s mute!
Bird’s delight,
Day and night,
Nightingale,
In the dale,
Lark in sky,—
Merrily,
Merrily merrily, to welcome in the year…

First published in Blake’s Songs of Innocence in 1789, ‘Spring’ has the ring of a medieval song about it. The poem celebrates the joy of spring through focusing on some of Blake’s favourite aspects of the season. Everything is in communion with everything else in ‘Spring’: the sound of the flute with the song of the nightingale, the little girl and the little cockerel that both ‘crow’, and the ‘kiss’ that seals the child to the lamb. The human world and the rest of nature are in harmony.

A. E. Housman, ‘Loveliest of trees, the cherry now‘.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow…

The second poem from Housman’s bestselling 1896 volume A Shropshire Lad (a self-published debut that went on to become a sensation), ‘Loveliest of trees’ has many of Housman’s trademark touches: formal metre and rhyme, and a sense of melancholy. The speaker of the poem, at twenty years of age, reflects that he has seen twenty springs come and go, and will probably only see fifty more. So, best make the most of it. Quite right, too. Click on the link above to read the full poem and learn more about it.

Gerard Manley Hopkins, ‘Spring‘.

Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue that blue is all in a rush
With richness the racing lambs too have fair their fling…

The poet and Jesuit priest Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-89) wrote many sonnets, including ‘The Windhover’ and ‘God’s Grandeur’. ‘Spring’ is not as widely known as those, which is a shame – it’s a powerful evocation of the beauty of spring. It is that season, Hopkins reminds us, ‘When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush’. (Few poets could use assonance and alliteration as vibrantly as Hopkins.)

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period –
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels…

Written in around 1864 but not published until 1896 (as with many of Dickinson’s poems), ‘A Light Exists in Spring’ beautifully captures the way that spring slowly appears in our consciousness, like a light in the distance. The final stanza of Dickinson’s poem also seems to acknowledge what we now call ‘SAD’ or Seasonal Affective Disorder, with the passing of spring affecting our contentedness. Click on the link above to read the full poem and learn more about it.

Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,
The flocks are whiter down the vale,
And milkier every milky sail
On winding stream or distant sea

Where now the seamew pipes, or dives
In yonder greening gleam, and fly
The happy birds, that change their sky
To build and brood that live their lives

This canto from Alfred, Lord Tennyson‘s long elegy In Memoriam A. H. H. (1850) – written in memory of his friend Arthur Henry Hallam who died young – offers a more bittersweet take on the arrival of spring. What grows in the speaker’s breast as spring comes into blossom is regret – regret that his dear friend is gone, that spring is a reminder that the world continues to turn and life carries on, but Tennyson’s friend does not return. One of the best poems in a great long poetic sequence. Click on the link above to read the poem in full.

William Shakespeare, Sonnet 98.

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud pied April dress’d in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him…

One of the sonnets addressed to the ‘Fair Youth’, this poem sees Shakespeare bemoaning the fact that he could not appreciate all the beauty of spring around him because he was absent from the young man. As a consequence, spring seemed like a winter to him. This is not as famous as, say, Sonnet 18 (‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?’), which is a shame – it’s a wonderful evocation of spring, and, as with Tennyson, it’s a bittersweet poem about the season. Click on the link above to read the full poem and learn more about it.

Christina Rossetti, ‘Spring‘.

There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track –
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack, –
Before the daisy grows a common flower
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour…

This poem describes the way life begins all over again in the spring, and does so through the use of some beautifully vivid images. As with much of Rossetti’s poetry, however, death is never far behind – as with Dickinson’s poem above, there is a melancholy sense of the transient beauty of spring. You can learn more about Rossetti’s life and work here. Click on the link above to read Rossetti’s poem in full.

Philip Larkin, ‘The Trees‘. This first appeared in Larkin’s final volume, High Windows, in 1974. As well as his trenchantly sardonic poems about aspects of modern life, Larkin was also a great nature poet, and ‘The Trees’ is a fine brief lyric about the cycle of the seasons but also the sense that each spring is not just a rebirth, but also (shades of Rossetti and Dickinson again here) a reminder of death. The trees’ age is ‘written down in rings of grain’, after all. We have more great Larkin poems here.

Geoffrey Chaucer, ‘The General Prologue‘ to The Canterbury Tales.

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licóur
Of which vertú engendred is the flour
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open ye,
So priketh hem Natúre in hir corages,
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages…

Okay, well here we haven’t got in mind the whole prologue – joyous and masterly as it is. But Geoffrey Chaucer‘s majestic description of April (complete with its famous showers) is among the most celebrated descriptions of springtime in all English poetry, and it rings as true now as it did over 600 years ago when he wrote it. Click on the link above to read Chaucer’s opening section to his General Prologue in full.

If you’re looking for more great poems, the best anthology of English poetry out there, in our opinion is the superb The Oxford Book of English Verse, edited by Christopher Ricks.

What would you say are the best poems about springtime? Have we missed any classics off this list? Check out our poems for March, or step into warmer weather with our selection of classic poems about summer, or our pick of poems about the English countryside. Or enter the colder world of winter with our pick of the greatest Christmas poems.

The author of this article, Dr Oliver Tearle, is a literary critic and lecturer in English at Loughborough University. He is the author of, among others, The Secret Library: A Book-Lovers’ Journey Through Curiosities of History and The Great War, The Waste Land and the Modernist Long Poem.

Image (top): Portrait of William Shakespeare, Wikimedia Commons, public domain. Image (bottom): A view of cherry blossoms opening during the spring (picture credit: Bruce Emmerling) Wikimedia Commons.


These 16 Songs About Texas Will Touch Your Soul Today

Plenty of exceptional musicians hail from the great state of Texas, from the classic country artists like Willie Nelson to the modern country singers such as George Strait. No matter what style or genre of music you enjoy, though, these songs about Texas are sure to strike a chord in your heart when you hear them! Here are 16 songs about Texas that will touch your soul.

1) “Texas, Our Texas” by William J. Marsh

2) “Deep In The Heart Of Texas” by Perry Como with Ted Weems and His Orchestra

3) “Luckenbach, Texas” by Waylon Jennings

4) “The Yellow Rose of Texas” by Various Artists including Elvis Presley and Mitch Miller

5) “God Blessed Texas” by Little Texas

6) “Galveston” by Glen Campbell

7) “Beautiful Texas” by Willie Nelson

8) “El Paso” by Marty Robbins

9) “San Antonio Rose” by Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys

10) “Deep Elem Blues” by The Shelton Brothers

11) “Miles and Miles of Texas” by Asleep at the Wheel

12) “I Like Texas” by Pat Green

13) “Texas (When I Die)” by Tanya Tucker

14) “Texas Pride” by Miranda Lambert

15) ..and of course, I couldn’t leave off “All My Exes Live In Texas” by George Strait!

What other great songs about Texas did I miss? Let me know in the comments!


Spring Activity Captions

  • Find me outside soaking up the sun.
  • It&rsquos a great day to stop and smell the roses.
  • Keep calm and go outside.
  • Bring on the flip-flops, green grass, blooming flowers, and singing birds.
  • Don&rsquot wait for someone to bring you flowers. Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul.
  • Watch me bloom like spring after a long winter.
  • A clean house is a sign of a wasted life.
  • Spring has sprung, and a new life has begun.
  • It's finally time for me to come out of hibernation.
  • It's a beautiful time of year for a new beginning.
  • Spring is the perfect time to turn over a new leaf.

Spring Equinox FAQ s

Q: Does Spring Begin on March 1 or on the Equinox?

A: Well, both. The answer depends on your definition of “spring.” Both dates are accurate they’re just from different perspectives. We’ll explain …

Astronomically speaking, the first day of spring is marked by the spring equinox, which falls on March 19, 20, or 21 every year. The equinox happens at the same moment worldwide, although our clock times reflect a different time zone. And, as mentioned above, this date only signals spring’s beginning in the Northern Hemisphere it announces fall’s arrival in the Southern Hemisphere.

Interestingly, due to time zone differences, there isn’t a March 21 equinox in mainland U.S. during the entire 21st century! We won’t see a March 21 equinox again until 2101.

Meteorologically speaking, the official first day of spring is March 1 (and the last is May 31). Weather scientists divide the year into quarters to make it easier to compare seasonal and monthly statistics from one year to the next. The meteorological seasons are based on annual temperature cycles rather than on the position of Earth in relation to the Sun, and they more closely follow the Gregorian calendar. Using the dates of the astronomical equinoxes and solstices for the seasons would present a statistical problem, as these dates can vary slightly each year.


Did you know that daffodils are one of March’s Birth Flowers?

Q: Are Day and Night Equal on the Equinox?

A: No, but they are quite close to equal. In reality, day and night are not exactly equal on the equinox for two reasons: First, daytime begins the moment any part of the Sun appears over the horizon, and is not finished until the last part of the Sun disappears below the horizon. If the Sun were to shrink to a starlike point and we lived in a world without air, the spring and fall equinoxes would truly have equal nights.

Read about more fun facts in the Almanac Astronomer’s post, “Vernal Equinox Oddities.”

Q: According to folklore, you can stand a raw egg on its end on the equinox. Is this true?

A: This egg folklore became popular in 1945 following a LIFE article about the spring practice. “The origins of this myth are attributed to stories that the ancient Chinese would create displays of eggs standing on end during the first day of spring,” according to John Millis, assistant professor of physics and astronomy at Anderson University in South Carolina. “The ancient Chinese celebrated the first day of spring about six weeks earlier than the equinox”—not just on the equinox itself.

As with most folklore, it’s only partly true. You should be able to balance an egg on its end on the equiox, but it’s possible to balance an egg on other days, too!

Folklore or not, this egg trick sounded like fun to us. One spring, a few minutes before the vernal equinox, several Almanac editors tried this trick. For a full workday, 17 out of 24 eggs stood on end. Three days later, we tried this trick again and found similar results. Perhaps three days after the equinox was still too near. Perhaps the equinox has nothing to do with it. Perhaps we just don’t like to take ourselves too seriously!

Try this yourself and let us know what happens. (Tip: You’ll probably have better luck balancing an egg if you try it on a rough surface or use an egg that has a bumpy end.)

Q: Which Day Has the Most Sunlight in North America?

A: The Summer—or “June”—Solstice is called the “longest” day of the year! The date of the longest day actually varies from June 20 to June 22, depending on the year, and the local time zone. By “longest day,” we mean the day that gets the most daylight (versus darkness). See our Summer Solstice page.

How Do You Celebrate the Vernal Equinox?

Observe nature around you!

  • Are worms and grubs reappearing? (The March Full Moon is called the “Worm Moon” for this very reason!)
  • Watch the arc of the Sun across the sky as it shifts toward the north. Birds are migrating northward, along with the path of the Sun.
  • Are you noticing that the days are getting longer? Did you know that the increasing sunlight inspires birds to sing? Cool, eh? Enjoy our Bird Songs page.
  • Are daffodils poking up their heads? Trees, shrubs, and flowers are sensitive to temperature and day length, too! Since ancient days, people have used natural events as indicators of when the weather is right for planting. For example: Blooming crocus are your cue to plant radishes, parsnips, and spinach. See more of nature’s signs.
  • Can you feel the Sun getting stronger? The longer days bring high temperatures. Both we and the animals around us discard our warm clothes and heavy coats!
  • Do you plan to garden? See which days are the best planting dates according to your local frost dates or consult our Vegetable Gardening for Beginners guide for gardening tips!
  • Are you craving fresh foods after a long winter? A Spring Tonic, using the early greens of spring, may be just the thing you need! Also, find some new spring recipes using what’s fresh and seasonal!

Ancient Equinox Traditions: The Snake of Sunlight

Scientific explanation aside, our ancestors were more connected to the Sun than we are today. They observed its pathway across the sky, and they tracked how the sunrise, sunset, and day length changed, using the Sun (and Moon) as a clock and calendar.

There are many ancient sites that mark the equinoxes (and solstices). One of the most famous ancient Spring equinox celebrations took place at Chichen Itza in Mexico. The Mayans built a huge pyramid around the year A.D. 1000. Even today, the way the Sun’s light falls on it signals the beginning of the seasons. On the spring equinox, it looks like a huge snake is slithering down the steps. Mayans called this day “the return of the Sun serpent.”

Spring Verse, Quotes, and Sayings

  • For glad Spring has begun,
    And to the ardent sun
    The earth, long time so bleak,
    Turns a frost-bitten cheek.

    - Celia Thaxter, American poet (1835–94)
  • Spring-time sweet!
    The whole Earth smiles, thy coming to greet.
    - Unknown
  • Never yet was a springtime,
    Late though lingered the snow,
    That the sap stirred not at the whisper
    Of the southwind, sweet and low.

    - Margaret Elizabeth Sangster, American writer (1838–1912)
  • Bluebirds are a sign of spring warm weather and gentle south breezes they bring.
  • One swallow does not make a spring.
  • In spring, no one thinks of the snow that fell last year.
  • When the dandelions bloom early in spring, there will be a short season. When they bloom late, expect a dry summer.
  • Don’t say that spring has come until you can put your foot on nine daisies.

Learn More About the First Days of Seasons

The First Days of the Seasons are marked by four astronomical events:

  • The Spring/Vernal Equinox
  • The Summer Solstice
  • The Fall/Autumnal Equinox
  • The Winter Solstice

Look around! Observe! What are the signs of spring in your region? Please share in the comments below!


The Best Good Morning Songs and Welcome Songs

Good morning songs and welcome songs can be used in the classroom, for a library storytime, in a church setting, or any other place where a group of children are gathered. They’re a great way to help children settle in and start to feel comfortable and welcomed to the group. Additionally, these songs should keep them on the edge of their seat and become interested in the group too! You’re truly missing out if you don’t include some in your preschool curriculum.


Say Hello to Spring with These Songs - Recipes

Spring. thaws the frozen fears,
mends the wounded heart
that Winter has broken.


Of course everything is blooming most recklessly: if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.


A little madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.


Awake, thou wintry earth,
      Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
      Your ancient gladness.

T. Blackburne, "An Easter Hymn"


Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!" 


We all have preferences. I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.

Ruth Stout, "A Lilac Bush and an Apple Tree," How to Have a Green Thumb Without an Aching Back, 1955


No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.


I've banished Winter, saith the Spring,
Awake! arise, ye flowers!
Brisk breezes blow,
Bright sunshine glow,
And rouse the young Year's powers.

Henry James Slack (1818–1896), The Ministry of the Beautiful, "Conversation IV: Spring-time on the Western Coast," 1850   [Edith speaking


Spring in its fullness had returned. Its deep breath was blowing damp and warm, the flowers quivered within the seeds, and the round earth began to ripen like a fruit.

Jean Giono (1895–1970), Regain, 1930, translated from the French by Henri Fluchè and Geoffrey Myers, Harvest, 1939


Yesterday the twig was brown and bare
To-day the glint of green is there
To-morrow will be leaflets spare
I know no thing so wondrous fair
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there!

L. H. Bailey, "Miracle," Wind and Weather, 1916


In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

Margaret Atwood, "Unearthing Suite," 1983


That God once loved a garden We learn in Holy Writ.
And seeing gardens in the spring I well can credit it.

Winifred Mary Letts, "Stephen's Green," 1926


Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.


The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.


Out with the cold, in with the woo. "Spring Thought"


The sun has come out. and the air is vivid with spring light.

Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens


Something had changed since nightfall. A lissom and sweet-smelling force had darted out into the night. It gave the impression of a well-rested young animal. It was warm, just like the life under an animal's fur, and it smelt bitter. Panturle sniffed the air. Something like hawthorn. As it leapt forward, the whole earth seemed to be talking about it. The wind of spring!

Jean Giono (1895–1970), Regain, 1930, translated from the French by Henri Fluchè and Geoffrey Myers, Harvest, 1939


And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
And the Spirit of Love fell everywhere
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant," 1820


Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.

Doug Larson, United Feature Syndicate, as quoted in The Reader's Digest, 1983


. O wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ode to the West Wind," 1819


The lawns were bright with the green silk of fresh grass, yellow borders of daffodils, and dotted with the blue and purple and pink of crocuses.

Gerald Raftery (1905–1986), Twenty-Dollar Horse, 1955


Daughter of light! thy fairy step
Steals softly over vale and plain,
And with thy bright and joyous smile,
Beauty and life awake again.

Mary Ann H. Dodd Shutts (1813–1878), "Spring"


Waft of soul's wing!
What lies above?
Sunshine and Love,
Skyblue and Spring.

Robert Browning, La Saisiaz, 1878


Exciting spring smells waft through wide open windows.

David J. Beard (1947–2016), @Raqhun, tweet, 2009


vibrant verdure lights
the springtime landscape
in blazingly brilliant greens
a fresh flourishing canvas
for parti-colored sparks
of wildly blooming things

Terri Guillemets, "Spring blazes color," 2017


Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the Spring! — the great annual miracle. which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation would there be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change. We are like children who are astonished and delighted only by the second-hand of the clock, not by the hour-hand.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Kavanagh, 1849


What glad, mad fools we are in spring!

John Robinson Jeffers, "Last Spring"


Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.

W. Earl Hall, Mason City, Iowa, Globe-Gazette, as quoted in The Reader's Digest, 1959


The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn
Morning's at seven
The hill-side's dew-pearled
The lark's on the wing
The snail's on the thorn
God's in His heaven—
All's right with the world!

Robert Browning, Pippa Passes, 1841


The great pulsation of nature beats too in my breast, and when I carol aloud, I am answered by a thousand-fold echo. I hear a thousand nightingales. Spring hath sent them to awaken Earth from her morning slumber, and Earth trembles with ecstasy, her flowers are hymns, which she sings in inspiration to the sun.

Heinrich Heine, "Ideas: Book Le Grand," 1826, translated from German by Charles Godfrey Leland, Pictures of Travel, 1855


Earth's favorite color is Spring,
Spring's best-loved color is green,
and green himself loves to party
with yellow, red, orange, and pink.

Terri Guillemets, "Parti-colored," 2008


This is the sensory season. Trees are in leaf. It is a green world. Walk through an orchard and you can smell as well as feel the strength of grass underfoot, new grass reaching tall toward the sun. Boughs naked only a little while ago, then bright and heady with bloom, now rustle with leaf and tingle with the strength of fruition. Listen, and you can almost hear the pulse of sap and the mysterious workings of chlorophyll. The air vibrates with bird song. All the senses tingle, alive with the season as the world itself is alive. Nothing is impossible at such a time.


Earth is a wintry clod
But spring-wind, like a dancing psaltress, passes
Over its breast to awaken it rare verdure
Buds tenderly upon rough banks, between
The withered tree-roots and the cracks of frost,
Like a smile striving with a wrinkled face.
And God renews His ancient rapture.

Robert Browning, Paracelsus, 1835


Friendship should be a great promise, a perennial springtime.


Oh, Spring is surely coming,
Her couriers fill the air
Each morn are new arrivals,
Each night her ways prepare
I scent her fragrant garments,
Her foot is on the stair.

John Burroughs, "A March Glee"


. the sweet wildflower breath of spring.


St. Valentine's Day, with its fluttering hearts,
Is over and gone for the year,
Yet Love is still busily plying his darts,
For springtime, glad springtime, is here.

Robert Bruce, "The Advent of Spring," Echoes from Coondambo, 1893


The energy of the earth flows through the veins of springtime.

Terri Guillemets, "Green lives the purple, orange, yellow," 2008


In Spring, everything is full of promise. and nature rejoices in her virgin loveliness.

Charles Lanman, "The Dying Year," 1840


To be interested in the changing seasons is. a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

George Santayana, The Life of Reason, 1905


Winter and spring overlap at the seams
chilly breezes and warm green dreams!


The Spring has come again
For the grass is growing green,
And among the fields of clover
Bright butterflies are seen.
The little birds are singing sweetly
As they fly from tree to tree.
The busy bees are gathering
The honey from the flowers,
And the merry birds are building
Their nests in sheltered bowers.

Josephine D.C., "Spring," c.1887


Spring is beautiful, and smells sweet. Spring is when you shake the curtains, and pound on the rugs, and take off your long underwear, and wash in all the corners.

Virginia Cary Hudson, "Spring," O Ye Jigs & Juleps!, 1962


Springtime flowers bloom like colorful arrows piercing their way to the sun.


And now every field is clothed with grass, every tree with leaves now the woods put forth their blossoms now the year assumes its gayest attire.


Hope is a roving gypsy
With laughter on her tongue,
And the blue sky and sunshine
Alone, can keep her young
And year by year she lingers
Under a budding tree.

Dora Read Goodale, "The Chorus," in Country Life in America: A Magazine for the Home-maker, the Vacation-seeker, the Gardener, the Farmer, the Nature-teacher, the Naturalist, April 1902


A fine spring is good for everybody.


When Winter's snows lie deepest,
And frost enchains the land,
The springtide oft is nearest
And then, with lavish hand,
Sweet Spring, with dew-bright flowers,
Bejewels all the ground,
And sparkling, gushing fountains
Fresh verdure spread around.

John Stanley Tute, Holy Times and Scenes, 1846


Spring translates earth's happiness into colorful flowers.


Springtime is the bringer of light.


First a howling blizzard woke us,
Then the rain came down to soak us,
And now before the eye can focus —
Crocus.

Lilja Rogers, "Hocus Pocus," in The Saturday Evening Post, 1961


Spring had come while she was not noticing.

Cid Ricketts Sumner, Tammy Out of Time, 1958


Gentle Spring's around the corner,
      Waiting just to show her face
      And to bring us flowers and sunshine
      Winter's almost run his race!
Be not, then, my friends, discouraged
      That there's cold and ice and sleet
      For Springtime soon will be with us,
      And the flowers we will greet:
Daffodils, so bright and yellow,
      Hyacinths of varied hues,
      As they nod their heads, in gladness,
      Telling us they bring good news.

Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "Springtime," 1940s


Spring:  the music of open windows.

Terri Guillemets, "Spring out & in," 2014


. spring-time, when that soft air is breathing over the blossoms and new-born verdure.


Spring is here! I'm so excited I wet my plants.


How wonderfully these pictures have caught the look of tentative spring — spring waiting for a single day to burst into living green.

Alice Morse Earle, "In Lilac Tide," Old-Time Gardens Newly Set Forth, 1901


The call of spring seems to be louder, sweeter, more siren-like, than ever before. The longing to get closer to nature, fills the heart. O mächtig ist der Griff der Wanderlust!

M.F. Canfield, "Die Wanderlust," To‑Morrow, June 1905


Winter sprouts springtime wings and flies off into the budding year.


In fact, it is about five o'clock in an evening that the first hour of spring strikes — autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

Elizabeth Bowen, The Death of the Heart, 1938


On all the orchard trees had come a filmy tint of green, so light it was hardly more than a shadow on the gray. The willows were vivid light green, and the orange groves dark and glossy like laurel. The billowy hills on either side of the valley were covered with verdure and bloom — myriads of low blossoming plants, so close to the earth that their tints lapped and overlapped on each other, and on the green of the grass, as feathers in fine plumage overlap each other and blend into a changeful color. The countless curves, hollows, and crests of the coast-hills in Southern California heighten these chameleon affects of the spring verdure they are like nothing in nature except the glitter of a brilliant lizard in the sun or the iridescent sheen of a peacock's neck.


You can't see Canada across lake Erie, but you know it's there. It's the same with spring. You have to have faith, especially in Cleveland.


If I could patch a coverlet
From pieces of the Spring,
What dreams a happy child would have
Beneath so fair a thing!
A centre of the dear blue sky,
A bordering of green,
With patches of the yellow sun
All chequered in between.
Bright ribbons of the silky grass
Laced prettily across,
With satin of new little leaves,
And velvet of the moss.
In every corner, violets,
Half-hidden from the view,
With many-flowered squares betwixt,
Of pinky tints and blue..
Embroideries of little vines,
And spider-webs of lace.
With gold-thread I would sew the seams,
And needles of the pine
Oh, never child in all the world
Would have a quilt like mine!

Abbie Farwell Brown, "Spring Patchwork," 1901


In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four-and-twenty hours.


Well I remember, in my boyish days,
How deep the feeling, when my eye looked forth
On Nature, in her loveliness, and storms.
How my heart gladdened, as the light of spring
Came from the sun, with zephyrs, and with showers,
Waking the earth to beauty, and the woods
To music, and the atmosphere to blow,
Sweetly and calmly, with its breath of balm.

James G. Percival, "Poetry," c.1822


Spring is a happiness so beautiful, so unique, so unexpected, that I don't know what to do with my heart. I dare not take it, I dare not leave it — what do you advise?


Springtime is the real new year the period when with the new leaves all the world begins again. January, February and March are like prison walls to the spirit April comes as a window opened, admitting sunlight and a patch of blue sky then May bursts, the rainbow of the months, sent as a sign — a promise of fruition.

The National Magazine, May 1899


Windy spring wakes color up.
See? The green blood returns, and stains
Hedges and hills and wanton meadows
Wave at the windows of great trains.

Mark Van Doren, "Edge of Town: Indiana," In That Far Land, 1951


I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face.


The naked earth is warm with Spring,
And with green grass and bursting trees
Leans to the sun's gaze glorying,
And quivers in the sunny breeze
And Life is Colour and Warmth and Light,
And a striving evermore for these
And he is dead who will not fight,
And who dies fighting has increase.

Julian H. F. Grenfell, "Into Battle," 1915


Time strode with the swiftness of spring blossoms.


Walk woodland paths and life's dark ways,
In love and hope, in faith and in foreknowing
That where man sees but withered leaves,
God sees the sweet flowers of Spring growing.

Albert Laighton, "Under the Leaves," The Poets of Portsmouth, 1865   [modified


Each new spring grows on autumn's leftovers.

Hal Borland, "Autumn's Leftovers," November 1975


A sturdy three-year-old came running in to his breakfast in a state of excitement. swallowed a few mouthfuls, then pushed away his chair and seized his hat, perching it on a mat of yellow curls. "Why are you in such a hurry?" I asked. "Why," he said, "the whole world is covered with dandelions, and I must go out and pick 'em." Who, fortunate enough to be country-born, does not remember the keen delight in finding. the surprise of a golden patch of dandelions, first of the year?

Bertha Payne, "Feeling for the Beautiful an Instinct of Childhood," 1894


Oh, the Spring-time is the rose-time!
      True, the Autumn has its light
But the Spring-time is the love-time,
      Let us bask in it to-night.

Sara L. Vickers Oberholtzer, "The Spring-Time," Violet Lee, and Other Poems, 1873


I feel the ancient splendor of the Sun draw me across equinoxial bars into the solstice of the Spring. Once more my spirit leaps to greet the Sun.

Ouina (Cora L. V. Scott Richmond), given through her Medium "Water Lily," "Spring," Ouina's Canoe, 1882   [Earth speaking


The return of springtime always brings with it naturally a revival of the sweetest hopes and deepest joys of human nature. The heart of man in springtime is naturally joyous all nature rejoices around him, and he cannot but participate in the general anthem of thanksgiving, and unite his voice with the universal pæan of praise.


Sprinkle, drop, drop, patter, patter.
Here we come in joy again,
Out of clouds flying and flying,
Gladsome, gleeful spring-time rain.
Kissing all the buds and blossoms,
All the trees and blades of grass.

Ouina (Cora L. V. Scott Richmond), given through her Medium "Water Lily," "Spring," Ouina's Canoe, 1882 !), tpvldg, fb00AAAAMAAJ-->  [Rain speaking


[T]he sun shone and the new green leaves spread themselves to its warmth.

Cid Ricketts Sumner, Tammy Out of Time, 1958


I wonder if the Daffodil
Shrinks from the touch of frost,
And when her veins grow stiff and still
She dreams that life is lost?
Ah, if she does, how sweet a thing
Her resurrection day in spring!

Emma C. Dowd, "Daffodil and Crocus," in Country Life in America: A Magazine for the Home-maker, the Vacation-seeker, the Gardener, the Farmer, the Nature-teacher, the Naturalist, April 1902


A wizard must have passed this way
Since—was it only yesterday?
Then all was bare, and now, behold,
A hundred cups of living gold!

Emma C. Dowd, "Daffodil and Crocus," in Country Life in America: A Magazine for the Home-maker, the Vacation-seeker, the Gardener, the Farmer, the Nature-teacher, the Naturalist, April 1902


As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos.


I love to trace the break of Spring step by step. those long rain-storms that sap the icy fortunes of the lingering winter. the gentle thaws by the stained snow-banks, shrinking from the grass. when the first flowers in the midst of the bleak March atmosphere will touch your heart, like a hope of Heaven in a field of graves. the soft, smoky days, when patches of winter grain show green under the shelter of leafless woods, and the last snow drifts reduced to shrunken skeletons of ice, lie upon the slope of northern hills, leaking away their life. the buds upon the lilacs swelling and bursting. the old elms coloring their spray with green. the crimsoning blossoms of the maple. the oaks stepping into the season with long and glossy leaves. the dandelions lying along the hillocks, like stars in a sky of green.

Ik Marvel (Donald Grant Mitchell), 1863   [a little altered


Spring is so damn pink!
O yes, it's vibrantly green
and greenly vibrant too,
reds burst, oranges blaze,
yellows beam like the sun,
violet dazzles vivid delight,
blue paints the entire sky,
but the thing that thrills
my soul the most is that
Spring is so damn pink!


After the epigæa and the hepatica have blossomed, there is a slight pause among the wild-flowers, — these two forming a distinct prologue for their annual drama, as the brilliant witch-hazel in October brings up its separate epilogue. The truth is, Nature attitudinizes a little, liking to make a neat finish with everything, and then to begin again with éclat. Each species seems to burst upon us with a united impulse you may search for it day after day in vain, but the day when you find one specimen the spell is broken and you find twenty. By the end of April all the margins of the great poem of the woods are illuminated with these exquisite vignettes.

Thomas Wentworth Higginson, "April Days," 1861


The sprites of the fruits, and flowers, and leaves,
They had long been out at play.
But the stirring blast that clarion cast,
Oh, it broke their holiday!—
And they hurry home at their topmost speed,
Flurried and flushed with the sudden need,
Sprinkling the earth as they pass along
With a flood of colour and gush of song—
For the Summer is coming to wed the Spring,
And earth on their altar her wealth shall fling,
And the Heaven's soft odours and breezes bring,
And the hollow heights and the depths shall ring
With a wild overgushing of gladdening.

J.J. Britton (1832–1913), "March"


earth dreams of spring
in her winter slumbers
she dozes off and on —
then trembles awake like
a silent green earthquake


Mother Earth is pulsing with new life. Wide fields of early rye, set in motion by the soft breezes, roll forth their gratitude in rich, emerald undulations. Robin and bob-white rent the air with their bright gladness. The fragrant petals of peach and apple blossoms fall and lay in sensate caress upon the earth, producing that harmony of odor and color known only to spring in the South. Trailing berry-vines climbing over a rustic fence form a background of graceful, waving green. The bewildering shades of grays and greens in the deeper woods intoxicate the eye and inspire the inner man with the promise of new life. O, the satisfaction of heart-hunger and soul-thirst in the contemplation of reviving nature!

M. F. Canfield, "Die Wanderlust," To‑Morrow, June 1905  [a little altered


      A week ago we were all here — we are not all here — yet the bee hums just as merrily, and all the busy things work on as if the same. Let us thank God, that we can love our friends, our brothers and our sisters, and weep when they are gone, and smile at their return. It is indeed a joy which we are blest to know.
      To-day is very beautiful — just as bright, just as blue, just as green and as white and as crimson as the cherry-trees full in bloom, and the half-opening peach-blossoms, and the grass just waving, and sky and hill and cloud can make it, if they try. How I wish you were here, Austin you thought last Saturday beautiful, yet to this golden day but one single gem to whole handfuls of jewels.

Emily Dickinson, letter to brother, 1854


Spring is the green
      is the peace
      is the breeze
      and the blossoms
      and the blues
      past the buds
      to the pinks
      on the brink
      and the warmth
      and the warbles
      and the weeds
      all the yellows
      and the bees
      and the buzzing
      living branches
      and the grasses
      and the gardens
      and the growing
      and the blowing
      of the pollens
      oh! the purples
      and the chirples
      of the birds
      and the beauty
      and the butterflies
      in the skies
      and the sun—
Springtime's fun!

Terri Guillemets, "Jovial vernal verse," 2016


At length the sun's rays have attained the right angle, and warm winds blow up mist and rain and melt the snow-banks, and the sun dispersing the mist smiles on a checkered landscape of russet and white smoking with incense, through which the traveller picks his way from islet to islet, cheered by the music of a thousand tinkling rills and rivulets whose veins are filled with the blood of winter which they are bearing off.


Comes happy Spring, like a maiden fair,
Quickly breathing the odorous air,
With grass-green robes, and round her hair
Apple and almond blooms, with care
Twisted and twined in a circlet rare.
And wherever she passes, morn or night,
All the broad earth smiles a smile of delight.

J. J. Britton (1832–1913), "Epithalamium"


Spring triumphs over winter (he always lets her win).


Spring shall her sweets display, Nature shall vie with Art,
No Clouds shall shade the day, no grief the Heart.
Love shall his Treasures bring, Beauty shall sport and sing,
Free as the Zephyr's wing, soft as his kiss — soft as his kiss.

John Christopher Smith, "The Enchanter," 1760 ♫


Springtime is a poet —
the blue sky its blank page
so vibrant green the rhyme
a different metre for every clime
birds chirping to keep the time
wildflowers yellow, red, purple divine
words dancing on tall blades of grasses
sparkling in the morning dew
no commas the flow keeps buzzing
vernal dashes & blossoming branches
on newly greening verdant trees
refrains whisper in each breeze
butterflies as floating apostrophes
ladybug-dotted question marks
a flourishing bloom at every stop
continuing a poem that’s never ended
and into summer’s colors is blended

Terri Guillemets, "Poetry of spring," 2009


Cold weather in spring makes the ass shiver.


Like melody from some earth-nurtured spring,
Or streams that in the throbbing heart of ocean
Flow on forever and forever sing.

Francis Howard Williams, "Ave America!," The Flute-Player and Other Poems, 1894


The front door to springtime is a photographer's best friend.

Terri Guillemets, "Cephalophyllum," 2007


There's only one problem with the beauty of springtime — always running out of film!

Terri Guillemets, "Pentax amongst blossoms," 1990


A day comes in the springtime
When Earth puts forth her powers,
Casts off the bonds of winter
And lights him hence with flowers.

Dora Read Goodale, "The Chorus," in Country Life in America: A Magazine for the Home-maker, the Vacation-seeker, the Gardener, the Farmer, the Nature-teacher, the Naturalist, April 1902


A poet dips words into springtime to season her poems with beauty.


To the poet-heart of childhood, the whole round of springtime is a succession of delights, each heart-throb an unconscious response to the outer beauty of creation, an unconscious greeting to the inner divine essence that quickens all things to radiant life.

Bertha Payne, "Feeling for the Beautiful an Instinct of Childhood," 1894


This ground so bare, so beaten by winter,
Suddenly sends up delicate green,
Then blue, then yellow and red, then white:
Secrets it was saving for us,
Wealth we didn't know we had.

Mark Van Doren (1894–1972), "This Ground So Bare," Good Morning: Last Poems by Mark Van Doren, 1973   [a book of poems written during the final three years of his life


The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever. The brooks sing carols and glees to the spring. The grass flames up on the hill sides like a spring fire. as if the earth sent forth an inward heat to greet the returning sun not yellow but green is the color of its flame.


Under the giving snow blossoms a daring spring.


Spring stirs under silent snow.


All the brown twigs are stirring within,
Winter has surely gone past!
Wrappings of tree-buds are stretching quite thin—
Springtime is nearing at last!
Color and gladness are coming this way—
Listen, dear heart, while I sing!
Here is my gift for your beautiful day
Love and the heralds of spring.

Juniata Stafford, "March," Flowers of Grasses, 1899


As Earth sways us from winter to spring
Nature begins her grace of glorious green


Waken thou slumbering earth.
Long time my rays have pressed the northern winter king
Back to his northern quest. O, Earth, thou child of mine.
Revive the powers of old and thou art young again!

Ouina (Cora L. V. Scott Richmond), given through her Medium "Water Lily," "Spring," Ouina's Canoe, 1882 !), tpvldg, fb00AAAAMAAJ-->  [Sun speaking


The change from storm and winter to serene and mild weather, from dark and sluggish hours to bright and elastic ones, is a memorable crisis which all things proclaim.


Spring excitement has entered my body, my mind, the yard!
Love vibes everywhere, bees buzz in every color of blossom.
Winter stillness ceased, idle grass is greening, trees are leafing,
The hummingbirds and geckos are back, renewed life abounds.
Warmth magics the earth, little sweet-song'd birds chirp and fly
In a playground of budding branches with a deep blue elixir sky.
Earlier dawns light us awake with artful serenades of pink clouds,
Gorgeous late-afternoon sunshine is Octoberesque and calming
But with air golden'd by warming fervor, not Fall's cooling swelter.
Evening breeze perfumes of heaven, passion, newborn blooms.
We've been waiting all winter for open windows — yay & yippee!


Easter Recipes

Please share old favorites, new recipes you’ve found and plan to try, and your favorite ways you will be celebrating Easter Sunday.

Do you have small children who will be dyeing and hunting eggs, or is a surprise filled candy egg your favorite way to go?

When I was a child my mother made our Easter baskets very special. She found great big woven baskets and filled them with colorful grass, and then the most wonderful candies and bunnies. Our bunny was never the beautiful foil ones because she found the largest chocolate ones they made, and only the hollow bunnies were wrapped and beautiful. We made that candy last for months.

The most memorable year from my own sons’ Easter treat days is not a fun one, unfortunately. Money was always tight for us, and I had to plan ahead to have treat filled Easter baskets for my three boys. One year they found the stash, and when I found it I was equally outraged and so disappointed. I wanted to rush out last minute and buy all the things again, which they probably counted on, but I knew I could not do that. So, Easter morning they had mostly empty baskets, probably a toy and a book, and what few candies remained.

Normally I cook a lamb roast, home baked bread, and the trimmings for our family. This year we are having a big extended family gathering like we normally do at Thanksgiving. The family didn’t have a big bash last fall, so this year we celebrate Easter together.

Our meal will just be burgers and sides, and there will be a huge egg hunt on the acres of rural property where we go for big family get togethers. My sister in law always gets a bouncy house. More for us adults than all the many kids! It keeps them occupied while we catch up and tell tales from long ago.

I hope your week is filled with fun preparations to celebrate with your family. Tomorrow our posts for Holy Week begin. Today let’s share the fun, family part of our Easter celebrations.

Here is a video with some ideas you might like to try.


Behind The Song: “Hello” by Adele

Both haunting and triumphant, “Hello” is pure Adele, powerful and vulnerable at once. Unlike the season of sorrow she endured due to a “rubbish romance” which inspired so many of her early songs, she said she mostly felt happy writing these songs for her album 25. For “Hello,” she channeled ghosts of the past, and with co-writer Greg Kurstin created a masterpiece.

“It was hard work to write these songs,” Adele said. “I felt a lot of pressure writing the songs for 25, and for a long time, I didn’t really find my voice. I don’t know if I evern did find it, but the reception to ‘Hello’ showed me people loved it.”

Adele, 2019. “It’s about the other side of just not knowing.”

Moody, mysterious and poignantly melodic, “Hello” was awarded the biggest songwriting award of the year, the 2019 Grammy for Best Song. Released in the Fall of 2018, its aching melodics and sorrowful lyrics instantly impacted the mood of that moment. “Hello” became an instant standard, which is rare in modern times.

Here are Adele’s answers backstage at the Grammys, and also those of Greg Kurstin, on the birth of this song, and what “hello from the other side,” which seemed spooky, was all about.

ADELE: “Hello’ actually started with the lyric, ‘Hello misery.’ So you can imagine the mood I was in! [Laughs] I was f**ing miserable!

“But Greg Kurstin, who I wrote it with, said, ‘I’m not so sure about that line, ‘hello misery,’ I think it’s a little weird.’ So we changed it to ‘Hello, it’s me.’

“The song began when Greg started playing moody chords. Cause that is all that anyone ever plays for me when we get into the studio. Cause that’s the kind of mood I’m in.

“We were just messing about, and the line ‘Hello misery’ came out, and he called me on that immediately. He said, ‘Maybe you should try and meditate, or something,’ so I did. I tried to be all Zen. Then I came back, and we wrote the first two verses very quickly. Which tends to be the case with my biggest songs.”

“We had three different choruses for ‘Hello’ at first. We had one with a country vibe, because I was inspired by country music. And we had the chorus you all know, which I was concerned about, because it was quite high and I wasn’t sure I could replicate it. I was already booked to do a tour, and then I got pregnant so I was like, ‘Peace out.’ I knew I would have to hit that note every night. So we changed it a few times until we settled on that chorus.”

“Hello from the other side, was the other side of being a grown-up, the other side of being with my friends and my ex-boyfriends. And also about death. Part of it was about my grandfather, who is a a huge part of my life, though he has been gone 18 years.

So it’s about the other side of just not knowing. I don’t know if I lost touch with my friends because of how famous I got, or just that I grew up.

GREG KURSTIN: We were happy at the time, but I tend to go for moody chords, and Adele’s voice invokes so much emotion.”

That emotion, attached to the soaring “Hello from the outside” refrain, was so chilling that both songwriters recognized its power instantly.

“I started playing piano chords, and Adele sang different ideas until we landed on what became the verse. I improvised while she thought of ideas on the spot.”

“I was trying to find a balance, and with the verse production being what it was, the chorus ended up quite uplifting.”

Adele sang the chorus out while we wrote it, as it is on the record,” It was originally in F# minor but we took it down to F minor. I like the darker sound that it became after doing that.”

ADELE: I had been gone so long. I had my baby and I raised him into the toddler years, and then I slowly edged my way back into work. I didn’t know if anyone would care.