by A.A. Milne
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."
Winter (which is so deadly and depressing to me) is dead.
I love the change of seasons. Can’t say one is a favorite each has its blessing. The purity of snow and crisp air combine with warm toasty fire for toes and the gathering of critters from the nearby woods. These are the attributes I love of winter. But also am looking forward to the pale greens and coming alive of spring.
I do miss the kitchen - cooking and baking and wood fire but next year!
We are under a “Winter Weather Advisory” here.
So winter not dead here yet.
It isn’t as bitterly cold as other parts of our nation though.