Monday, February 21, 2011
Day Fifty Two 2011
Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
To-day the glint of green is there;
Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair,
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there!
Tulip sprouts are popping up in my backyard. Don't they know it's still winter?