Today is the first day of Spring. I was doubtful when I rolled out of bed this morning since it was rather blustery outside — spitting rain and cold, pinchy winds. But by the time I got home from work at 4pm, it was sunny and 76 and I gained a renewed trust in my Paul Klee wall calendar.

I’ve been reciting this to myself since then. It was etched into my memory decades ago. Now I share with you.


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 neighbor:

Winter is dead.