“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.
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.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing quite like starting spring with nine inches, I say. Jx
DeleteCommiserating Jon; we welcomed spring by changing the clocks (why, exactly?) and shoveling the walks. Hang in there!
ReplyDeleteAt least we have lighter evenings now - it won't be long till it warms up... Jx
DeleteLe printemps est a nos portes, bientot je pars en Martinique loin de Montreal.
ReplyDeleteMalheureusement, la vie gaie s'estompe a Montreal en raison de la gentrification et d'internet. C'etait plus excitant dans les anness 80 et 90 quand je travaillais comme strip-teaseuse et gagnais une petite fortune. Ils ont adore mon cul gallipyge developpe a partir des cours de ballet. J'etais en strip-tease dans des clubs et des soirees privees a travers le Canada et les Etat-Unis. C'etait amusant tant que ca a dure. Montreal, Quebec City, Toronto, Houston et Miami comptaient autrefois de nombreux clubs de strip-tease gais, il y en a maintenant tres peu. *d'Anjou
Have fun in Martinque! Jx
DeleteOui, merci Jon. *d'Anjou
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