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".
The daffodils are covering our front walk and curtsying to the wind. We got our first taste of summer sun this week. How fitting that the farmer's market is newly opened! I have something a little different for you to listen to today. I sometimes think of Susanna Clarke as a new Edith Nesbit, although her novel Jonnathan Strange and Mr. Norrell is far more complex than Nesbit's children's books. However, "The Dweller in High Places" is a short story of hers, as magical and decidedly English as The Railway Children, or others in that vein. Give it a listen here (its broken into two parts). I'm also in love right now with the photography from bugheart (pics above) and the approaching spring. I cannot wait for the sun to come out again.