In spring when maple buds are red,
We turn the clock an hour ahead;
Which means, each April that arrives,
We lose an hour
Out of our lives.
Who cares? When autumn birds in flocks
Fly southward, back we turn the clocks,
And so regain a lovely thing–
That missing hour
We lost last spring.
by Phyllis McGinley
Although we spring forward in March now, here’s to longer, brighter days filled with flowers, sunshine and happiness.
Read the ode to my antique wallpaper pasting table here!
I’ve been getting ready for Peter Cottontail – check out all of my Easter projects!