Winter is Dead

Winter is Dead

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down. She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbour: “Winter is dead.” A.A. Milne, Daffodowndilly Spring...
The Gift of Spring

The Gift of Spring

“Nor would the stress Of life be bearable for tender things Did not so long a respite come between The cold and heat, and heaven’s indulgence grant This comfort to the world.” Virgil, Georgics II I must be a tender thing. I cannot picture bearing the stress of life...

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