How do you know said the old oak tree
I saw yellow daffodils
Dancing with the faeries on the windy hills.
April is the time we are beginning to unfurl, to wake up, after the wonderful deep sleep of winter. I resist it, of course, I am still attached to knitting projects and completing the last part of the school year but the garden won't wait for me, nor will the ailing exterior of our house and the children just want to run and stretch, and the farmers market begins again next Saturday. So 'ramping' will be my theme this week. Ramping! We'll see about that.