How refreshing is the breeze which now fans my forehead!—it seems like the sweet breath of a guardian Angel. – Charles Lanman, “Musings,” 1840

Earth and rain—dust and desire—what mingled odor of these is not sweet? – Virginia Garland, “The Rain,” Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacific and the Ne

When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I’ll know I’m growing old. – Lady Bird Johnson

Name the season’s first hurricane Zelda and fool Mother Nature into calling it a year. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com