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.

4 comments:

  1. What a lovely poem. Spring started here last week, and so far one snow fall with 9". And has been in the 20's and 30's since. Thank goodness I didn't pack the fur stole's yet.

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    1. There is nothing quite like starting spring with nine inches, I say. Jx

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  2. Commiserating Jon; we welcomed spring by changing the clocks (why, exactly?) and shoveling the walks. Hang in there!

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    1. At least we have lighter evenings now - it won't be long till it warms up... Jx

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