From Jayber Crow, my favorite:

I remember too how spring came, just when I thought it might stay winter forever, at first in little ouches and strokes of green lighting up the bare mud like candle flames, and then it covered the whole place with a light pelt of shadowy glass blades and leaves. And I remember how as the days and the winds passed over, the foliage shifted and sang.

I began to feel at home.