Spring is the season which makes our parched gardens and trees transform with lush greens!
Nature bounces back with its bountifulness and lo! have a look at our lawn and jasmine blooms!
For the Spring lovers, here is a small note.
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
----Thomas Nashe (1567–1601)
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
----Thomas Nashe (1567–1601)
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