A quiet house, where everyone sleeps very peacefully. Spring has brought its usual share of gifts: new leaves, new flowers, dear old sunshine.
Think of good verse by the Earl of Surrey:
My friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find.
The riches left, not got with pain;
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;
The equal friend, no grudge, no strife;
No charge of rule, nor governance;
Without disease, the healthy life;
The household of continuance;
The mean diet, no delicate fare;
True wisdom joined with simpleness;
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress;
The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night;
Contented with mine own estate,
No wish for death, nor fear his might.