Winter is Dead

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.”

-Daffodowndilly by A. A. Milne

I’m starting off my week with these delightful blooms and equally delightful words from Mr. Milne. And I hope they brighten your day as much as they have mine.

Love, Kelly