Our ongoing attempts to live as sustainably as possible!
Saturday, 6 September 2008
Spring has Sprung, the grass is ris!
Moorepark Apricot blossom
Every spring Trevor and I can be heard reciting this gorgeous little poem from Arlene Dahlgren. Think of a strong Bronx accent when reading. Caleb thinks us a little odd but indulges us as we remark on all the blossom, the daffodil and snowdrop laden paddocks where they grow wild.
Wings Spring has sprung, the grass is ris, I wonder where the boidies is The boids is on the wing, Don't be absoid The wings is on the bird!