A Poem for Today

Daffodowndilly
by: A. A. Milne

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."

Easter Pictures at Church

Easter Hunt and Aftermath

Naptime yesterday...

no further comment.

For winter is past....

which can only mean two things: flowers in our garden and opening day (four days 'til baseball)