A wee angel!

Snowy day again! Where is Spring?

WHEN SPRING GOES BY!

Ah! The soft budding of the virginal woods
Of the frail fruit trees by the vanishing lakes;
There's the new moon where the clear sunset floods

A trace of dew upon the rise leaf sky
And Hark! What raptures the glad robin wakes -
"When Spring goes by,
Spring! Spring! When Spring goes by!

Duncan Campbell Scott 2003

Met this "wee angel" & his gawgus Dad for lunch today in Perth, bitterly cold!