My mom must have had to memorize it in school, because I remember her often quoting the first four lines. Poetry doesn't get much simpler, more touching, or closer to perfection than this. Thanks for refering me. Thanks for stopping by. The crocuses are finished and the daffodils are starting, tiny leaves are opening crimson on the shrubs in the woods' understorey.
Weather is another delight, another sign of the rhythm of the world.
I'm sure you're enjoying spring this week. It's at its best here in Ontario. I've been soaking up some sun and birdsongs. I did a lot of gardening this week and my flowerbed that was a mess looks great. It was badly neglected last year because my hubby was in and out of the hospital all summer.