in Just -

spring when the world is mud-

lucious....
(from e.e. cummings)




No knitting today. It's fifty-five degrees, and I only have a few hours between work at the library and Women's Club meeting. I'm going to spend them in the yard.

Of course, wise Wisconsinites know that we could still have another blizzard before the end of March. But who cares? The daffodils shoots are arising.