Just finished decorating our out~door Easter tree.I used a wilting bouqet of dried up flowers.I love the signs of wild nature...even dried up!
Spring
Spring,the sweet Spring,is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing,the maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting,the pretty birds do sing,
Cuck-oo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play,the sheperds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds that merry lay,
Cuck-oo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet,the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-stunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet,
Cuck-oo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring ! the sweet Spring !
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