Ahhh Spring...

"The Mole had been working very hard
all the morning,
spring-cleaning his little home.
First with brooms, then with dusters;
then on ladders and steps and chairs,
with a brush and a pail of whitewash;
till he had dust in his throat and eyes,
and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur,
and an aching back and weary arms.
Spring was moving in the air above
and in the earth below and around him,
penetrating even his dark and lowly little house
with its spirit of divine discontent and longing."

- Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows