“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead.”
A.A. Milne,
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead.”
A.A. Milne,
When We Were Very Young
Here's hoping!
Beautiful! Sure makes me miss Saskatoon, and hope for spring.
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