THE CALENDAR SAYS SPRING IS COMING! (It's Here Somewhere, Under All That Snow!)

March! March! March! They are coming In troops to the tune of the wind. Redheaded woodpeckers drumming, Gold - crested thrushes behind; Sparrows in brown jackets, hopping Past every gateway and door; Finches, with crimson caps, stopping Just where they stopped before. March! March! March! They are slipping Into their places at last. . . Literature white lily buds, dripping Under the showers that fall fast; Buttercups, violets, roses; Snowdrop and bluebell and pink, Throng upon throng of sweet … [Read more...]