Thursday, March 31, 2011


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 neighbor:
     "Winter is dead."
A.A. Milne

(Much thanks to Tessa for the beautiful flowers and the delightful company yesterday.]