It's 17 degrees out, and I'm walking to work, brrrrr. So, I'm putting up a photo from summer, cute hubby and grand daughter, with one of my favorite poems:
A small child's summer is endless. Green lawns spread forever. Countries of pink and yellow flowers fall to small curious fingers. New life explores new life. And summer, like a pregnant woman, yawns contentedly.
If anyone knows who wrote this poem, please let me know.