Since we’re in Spring now, I’ll share some Victorian trade cards with flower people and people dressed as flowers….iris are my favorite flowers (well, along with roses) and I fell in love with these two Iris Knights to the left. To the right is a photo I took on my morning walk the other day.

I also love pussy willows (or “catkins”), which my mother and I used to gather for bouquets when we lived in upstate New York. Here’s a stanza from a particularly apt poem:

“I sometimes think the Pussy-Willows grey
Are Angel Kittens who have lost their way,
And every Bulrush on the river bank
A Cat-Tail from some lovely Cat astray.”

― Oliver Herford, Rubaiyat of a Persian Kitten

“The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.” Harriet Ann Jacobs

“In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.”  Mark Twain

“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” Rainer Maria Rilke

This one isn’t exactly about Spring the season, but I like it :“For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.” Anne Morrow Lindbergh

“Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.” Ellis Peters