Monday, April 6, 2009

Spring is here.Its time to paint.See you in the gardens.


By A.A. Milne

She wore her 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 toher neighbor:

'Winter is dead'.

- from When We Were Very Young