Friday, April 01, 2005
April
When April blows his horn
It's good for both hay and corn.
If March is a month for changes in the weather, April is the month of changes in the garden, starting with a trickle, and ending with a whirlwind of flowers blooming, bees buzzing, and birds nesting; it's that time of year that I have trouble sleeping at night, thinking of everything I want to do the next day, and the lengthening days are never long enough.
"No time is lovelier!" I cry
When springtime rides the April sky.
When dogwood looks like fallen cloud
And every robin sings aloud.
Enola Chamberlain
// posted by IBOY @ 5:16 PM 
