Sunday, 29 March 2015
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
“A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.”
- Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed
British Summer Time starts today. It is, of course, raining.