Green grass pokes between my toes, the scent of flowers fill my nose

Although it’s raining all day long, the drops on my roof sound like a song

Can you hear the birds sing: it’s Spring!

Nights grow short and days grow long, as Springtime comes to sing her song

Cherry blossoms are in bloom, the smell of Spring’s sweet perfume

Breathe deep the smell of nice fresh air, as the Spring wind plays with your hair

Is there anything more beautiful you have seen, than Spring meadows lush and green?

“I don’t have ducks. I don’t have a row. I have squirrels, and they’re at a rave.”

Happy Spring! Aesop's Fables

The Lark & Her Young Ones

A Lark made her nest in a field of young wheat. As the days passed, the wheat stalks grew tall and the young birds, too, grew in strength. Then one day, when the ripe golden grain waved in the breeze, the Farmer and his son came into the field.

"This wheat is now ready for reaping," said the Farmer. "We must call in our neighbors and friends to help us harvest it."

The young Larks in their nest close by were much frightened, for they knew they would be in great danger if they did not leave the nest before the reapers came. When the Mother Lark returned with food for them, they told her what they had heard.

"Do not be frightened, children," said the Mother Lark. "If the Farmer said he would call in his neighbors and friends to help him do his work, this -wheat will not be reaped for a while yet."

A few days later, the wheat was so ripe, that when the wind shook the stalks, a hail of wheat grains came rustling down on the young Larks' heads.

"If this wheat is not harvested at once," said the Farmer, "we shall lose half the crop. We cannot wait any longer for help from our friends. Tomorrow we must set to work, ourselves."

When the young Larks told their mother what they had heard that day, she said:

"Then we must be off at once. When a man decides to do his own work and not depend on any one else, then you may be sure there will be no more delay."

There was much fluttering and trying out of wings that afternoon, and at sunrise next day, when the Farmer and his son cut down the grain, they found an empty nest.

The Story of “The Plane Tree”

Once upon a time, under the scorching noonday sun, two weary travelers were in desperate need of shelter. Their search for refuge led them to a magnificent, wide-spreading tree, casting a welcoming shadow. This majestic tree was none other than a Plane Tree.

As they reclined on the cool, grassy patch beneath its canopy, gazing up at the soothing green leaves, one of the travelers couldn’t help but express his discontent. “What a worthless tree this Plane is!” he grumbled. “It produces no fruits whatsoever and merely scatters leaves all around, making a mess.”

To their astonishment, a voice seemed to emanate from the very tree they were disparaging. “Ungrateful beings!” the voice scolded from the Plane Tree. “You lie here, finding comfort in my refreshing shade, and yet you have the audacity to label me as useless! This is how ungrateful mortals often receive their blessings, O Jupiter!”

And so, the travelers learned a valuable lesson that day – that sometimes, our most significant blessings remain unnoticed and unappreciated, hidden behind the veil of simplicity.

The Gnat & the Bull

A Gnat flew over the meadow with much buzzing for so small a creature and settled on the tip of one of the horns of a Bull. After he had rested a short time, he made ready to fly away. But before he left he begged the Bull's pardon for having used his horn for a resting place.

"You must be very glad to have me go now," he said.

"It's all the same to me," replied the Bull. "I did not even know you were there."

We are often of greater importance in our own eyes than in the eyes of our neighbor. The smaller the mind the greater the conceit.

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