Plant your 'taturs when you will,
They won't come up before April.
Wilts.
When there are many more swifts than swallows in the Spring, expect a hot and dry Summer.
April cold with dropping rain
Willows and lilacs brings again,
The whistle of returning birds,
And, trumpet-lowing of the herds.
I met Queen Spring in the hanger
That slopes to the river gray;
Yestreen the thrushes sang her,
But she came herself to-day.
Bourdillon.