The Old Cemetery covered in snow (picture taken from a bedroom window this morning)
The Spring
(first two lines from a poem by Thomas Carew, 17th century poet)
Now that the winter's gone, the earth have lost
Her snow-white robes; and now no more the frost
Not quite! I woke up this morning, first Sunday in April, to see everything covered in snow, though now melting fast in the sunshine. Always a thrill to see snow in these days of global warming, I think it would be fair to say we have had a traditional spring this year.
Her snow-white robes; and now no more the frost
Not quite! I woke up this morning, first Sunday in April, to see everything covered in snow, though now melting fast in the sunshine. Always a thrill to see snow in these days of global warming, I think it would be fair to say we have had a traditional spring this year.
