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Quote by Hal Borland
Here comes February, a little girl with her first valentine, a red

Here comes February, a little girl with her first valentine, a red bow in her wind-blown hair, a kiss waiting on her lips, a tantrum just back of her laughter. – Hal Borland

Other quotes by Hal Borland

A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart. – Hal Borland

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Nature
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Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him. – Hal Borland

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Autumn
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Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence. – Hal Borland

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Other Quotes from
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The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. – Arthur Rubinstein

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Seasons

Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January. – Hal Borland

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Seasons

Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out. – Agustin Gomez-Arcos

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Seasons

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. – Willa Cather

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Seasons

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We visit others as a matter of social obligation. How long has it been since we have visited with ourselves? – Morris Adler

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Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear. – Dave Barry

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Dogs

As far away as you can get from the process of mechanisms and machinery, the more likely your foods going to taste good. And that – that is probably the largest thing I can hand to anybody is let your hands touch it. Let them make it. – Mario Batali

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Food

A great part of life consists in contemplating what we cannot cure. – Robert Louis Stevenson

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