After Alice Nine’s nod to this A A Milne poem: 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.” I tried my hand at adopting … Continue reading Violet
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