April 3: I Love to Go in the Capricious Days

"I love to go in the capricious days of April and hung violets; when the rain is in the blue cups trembling, and they nod so gracefully to the kisses of the wind. It may be deem'd too idle, but the young read nature like the manuscript of heaven, and call the flowers its poetry. Go out! Ye spirits of habitual unrest, and read it when the "fever-of-the-world!" Hath made your hearts impatient, and, if life hath yet one spring unpoisoned, it will be like a beguiling music to its flow, and you will no more wonder that I love to hunt for violets in the April time." Nathabiel Parker Willis