Tuesday, 12 April 2011

April 12th.

Be we sad, or be we gay;
With thick curls bright, or thin locks grey;
We never find the Spring bloom meet
Our presence with a smile less sweet. 

Oh! I am glad I learnt to love
The tangled wood and cooing dove;
For these will be, in good or ill, 
My old companions, changeless still. 

E. Cook

Bright and cheerful daffodils that are growing in my garden. I love to see their yellow petals smiling away! 



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